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Sweet!

Thanks!

From the old days

March 26th, 2004

From the old days

Now’s the time to do sleep,
Close the eyes, count the sheep,
And when cock’s crow makes chickens cluck
to roll over, mutter, “fuck”
And sleep some more.

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5 Responses to “From the old days”

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   John H. says:

   August 12, 2005 at 11:06 am

   I sat in darkness

   Where were all the meteors?

   Canyon sightlines suck

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   John H. says:

   August 12, 2005 at 11:50 am

   I improvise the Fort Knox of pie safes

   My turkey loaf, cooling, is secure

   The cats doze, feigning indifference

   Who’s the boss here?

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3. 

   

   John H. says:

   August 12, 2005 at 11:51 am

   Email chills the soul

   The singer is no diva

   He tells us so, no?

   He has been patient

   And he is not a diva

   He tells us so, no?

   He is no diva

   And I’m the next Clifford Brown

   You heard it here first

   He is no diva!

   Capitulate or he’s gone

   I told ya so, no?

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4. 

   

   Jesse says:

   August 12, 2005 at 2:39 pm

   John is so prolific? Brewski?

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5. 

   

   John H. says:

   August 12, 2005 at 6:38 pm

   Mainly boredom — I was hangin’ out, waiting to see if the Persiads would be visible in my narrow slice of sky.

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