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Sunday, April 6, 2008

Socket Thoughts

Finger's in the socket while
parched lips sip lemonade
as thirteen midnight crows
perch on my headboard;

Oh to trust an old maids
rambling whose brother
curses in verse with
a sisters midas touch;

As I speak my thoughts
tumbleweed stands still and
pigs soar above in purple skies
while my finger's in the socket again.

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