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Awoke Sunday morning To words that were easier Than the night before. I was always expecting good mornings To be harder than good nights I asked you for a Four-letter-word-for “very often” You asked me to Pass the salt You didn’t know. I slid it across the table. Sunday morning was without Saturday night-forced structures It was without Long answers to questions That we weren't sure if they were As complicated as they seemed. Sunday morning left us with an answer for 23-down and For 68-across Saturday night we were a defeated blank We were An empty grid Save a four-letter-word For nothing In tennis.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
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Awoke Sunday morning To words that were easier Than the night before. I was always expecting good mornings To be harder than good nights I asked you for a Four-letter-word-for “very often” You asked me to Pass the salt You didn’t know. I slid it across the table. Sunday morning was without Saturday night-forced structures It was without Long answers to questions That we weren't sure if they were As complicated as they seemed. Sunday morning left us with an answer for 23-down and For 68-across Saturday night we were a defeated blank We were An empty grid Save a four-letter-word For nothing In tennis.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
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