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I'm talking to her About all the things Like it's all brand new fur, Freshly squeezed juice Of yesterday, Learning how to play Again; add a new bruise, What tomorrow brings Is old expectations, But I'm still anxious Looking at the door Not even 59 past 4 Somehow time has become All the more precious, Looking forward to coming home, Giddy like a little gnome, Muffled greeting Playing dumb, Please repeat again Making sure it isn't hallucinations, I suppress the joy bleating From within, no gloat Most grateful am I then Like an Eskimo With a brand new coat, If only the world could know... © okpoet
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
Eskimo...
I'm talking to her About all the things Like it's all brand new fur, Freshly squeezed juice Of yesterday, Learning how to play Again; add a new bruise, What tomorrow brings Is old expectations, But I'm still anxious Looking at the door Not even 59 past 4 Somehow time has become All the more precious, Looking forward to coming home, Giddy like a little gnome, Muffled greeting Playing dumb, Please repeat again Making sure it isn't hallucinations, I suppress the joy bleating From within, no gloat Most grateful am I then Like an Eskimo With a brand new coat, If only the world could know... © okpoet
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
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