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It was a last late night
late last night
and your perfume has lingered.
7am
I hope when you say
it's 7am
there's no need to observe the hour.

I'd rather stay here and pretend
you know
make like my fingers are curious.

I'm glad you caught my attention last night
long lashes
Miss Rai would be jealous.

I've no idea where they all came from
the mystery drinks
I could've paid if you'd've let me.

I'd ask you to stay for breakfast
I cook
and your shirt is stained.

I can't remember your name
it's A.Z.
pretty sure it's in my phone.

I'll say goodbye to an empty pillow
goodbye
because the door is already closed.

I suppose these things happen
at 7am
so I'll just let it go for now.
© 2011  J.J.W. Coyle
I sat with a cat in my lap.
This cat is having a nap.
I wish she'd get off me,
I have to go ***.
This cat in my lap should ****.

This kitty is itty & bitty.
She jumped up to where I was sitting.
She needs to get down,
I'm wearing a frown.
My bladder is making me giddy.

So here I sit like a twit.
My lap must be made of catnip.
My need is so great
But she just won't vacate.
This cat in my lap should get.
The cat's name was Mystery, by the way.

© 2011  J.J.W. Coyle

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