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Feb 2011
Since we fired God,
who's minding the store?
I mean
really?
No, please
stop and listen
to yourself:
glib, intellectual
answers spinning
out of
your mind.

Tonight,
this warm
summer night,
spread a blanket
on the grass
in your backyard.

Relax

lie back

look up

feel

listen

then come

-- sing it to me.
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Michael S Simpson
Written by
Michael S Simpson  74/M/Grass Valley, California
(74/M/Grass Valley, California)   
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