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he wants to play in the woods out back,
but he likes to stray
somebody left me that dog. I am supposed to be
back at work tonight doing grown up things
involving paper & such. I keep my glasses on my
desk in a polka dotted sleeve.
It looks like I'm going to Mexico. I'm not sure
what for. What are people supposed to do when
they're 51. I need to budget and bide my time.
so these are my thoughts
I'm not really sure
what I'm supposed to do with them.
writers live in these other worlds.
In other situations we would be labeled things.
Sometimes we are anyway.
writers ponder.
we look at things & sometimes weigh them.
what do we know.
many things.
we listen to the world (s) around us
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Tue, 27 Mar 2007 6th Entry