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] Date Posted: 06:07:54 01/13/08 Sun . Wake Up Call She was the crescent moon hanging in my suspended mind quarter turns from day to night squeezing the light out of fading stars midnight is still the man in me there comes a time for barking traveling down the b-lines of dreams into a hot bowel of creamy soup She was the pudding in my cold storage I have learned: All bones are a shade less than white some yellow, some gray, some returned to Mother Earth, soiled in the great disappointment that comes later, when a man disregards his heart I shan't hate the Dandelions they paint the day just as a marigold there's too much green in summer flower my world with vibrant hues wake me again, remind me I'm alive ajs . [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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