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perfect scenery
DeformedLion

rain and coffee:
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my sort of day,
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in peasants dress
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of slack robe and old socks
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sitting on the dock
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of my bed, steam rising
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from my favourite cup
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and slipping into
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a good book
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time, a tide; breaking
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down by the second
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hours slide by
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and I don't go wanting,
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just sittin'
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in my bed
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thumb and index
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flipping page to page,
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rolling on the words
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as they rush back into
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dark avenues of lazy
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dust and papered dreams.
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rain and coffee--
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the perfect scenery.
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14 Jun 08

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You simply cannot write poetry. Give it up.
 — unknown

lovely
 — nisetru

Yes, mother. I would gladly lie down for the cactus.
 — 6saysaysay9

my kinda day DF --
 — AlchemiA

I was told to "read and ten"
so: there.
Now you have to tell me all about cactuses.
 — mindbodysoul

Sitting on the dock of my bed, what a fun and imaginative line!  Perfect, indeed, if you change coffee to tea.
 — Isabelle5

great S2.
: )
 — fractalcore

just a little bit of otis redding for you,

thanks Isabelle, but then, i think, i'd have to move over to England.

thanks be to others too.
 — DeformedLion

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