backyard crowing
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inspired by peter frampton
i open my eyes one morning,
and my first thoughts bombard
"whose wine?"
"what wine?"
"where the hell did i die?"
the sun pours through the blinds
and spills across the room
and i realize
how much i miss you;
simply,
wholly,
dearly.
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let me try that again...
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i opened my eyes this morning,
and my first thoughts bombarded
the sun poured through the blinds
and spilt across the room
and i realized
how much is missed you;
simply,
wholly,
dearly.
- wednesday, Jul. 26, 2006
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