SOMETIMES A GREAT NOTION
The cigar smoke lingers like a whiskey taste,
fouling the eyes and the face. Here, between some
other dawn and some other place, I sit about
watching both light and dark - I feel fortunate,
actually, to be in such a place : where that distinction
can still be made, where the difference is obvious.
These can be my Boy Scout moments, I suppose.
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Another rendition of the same old song : like those
Campfire Girls of old with their 'Wo-Hilo means light.'
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Sweetheart, honey-dew-melon-face, who cares?
Are you the only one?
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