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Aug 8
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mum!i´m back!
how did it go?
i have to write down
my dreams and make a
new friend
any sign of happy?
no-he did a houdini..
..your dinners in the
micro-and i laid out your
cowboy suit..sausage and chips..
crispy sausage?
a girl friend?
he did nt specify..
you re 53 now
you should be settled down..
i don´t dream..

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meanwhile,in the park
a call to the pack
aeons of domestication

bowed to human
dissapates the rising moon
come the dark..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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