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Jul 2010
So, he's on the table,
thinking... I think.
Surveying several square feet
he looks  at me pass the window

the window generally stops my feet
he is a 'he'... I think
it's hard to see from the window
harder when he's under his table.

"come to my side of the window"
he definitely can't here me... I think
We'd put on the kettle, put up our feet
thinking and talking between a coffee table
Written by
Seb Berkovich
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