Poems Or What Happens When I Can't Think In Prose for Wednesday, August 18, 2004

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Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Busy

Cigarette butts and ashes ashtray overflowing a lighted Marlboro balanced on the brim. Black coffee in a cup steaming hot and sweet waiting to be stirred. Pen and paper an open book, index cards all scattered a sleepy head cradled on an arm. Sign in to see full entry.

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