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I think I shall sit upon my finest chair but first sweep away the rubble of emotional ash yes, this feels better, a clearer mind now so I can dabble in unintellectual thoughts glass of red wine, sip gently, settle in anticipating the silly grin thinking of the why question, and the what if, roll the ball down the alley, oops a curve and a miss do I anser the chirping robins calls hardly, in what language, do they reply the fog settles in now, a blanket of fine mist for the demons and ghost to play in i'm just an obsever of this nightly show
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
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I think I shall sit upon my finest chair but first sweep away the rubble of emotional ash yes, this feels better, a clearer mind now so I can dabble in unintellectual thoughts glass of red wine, sip gently, settle in anticipating the silly grin thinking of the why question, and the what if, roll the ball down the alley, oops a curve and a miss do I anser the chirping robins calls hardly, in what language, do they reply the fog settles in now, a blanket of fine mist for the demons and ghost to play in i'm just an obsever of this nightly show
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Oct 5, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
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