Thursday, April 27, 2017

9453. SAFE TO SAY

SAFE TO SAY
That noose was not hanging
on the tree limb yesterday.
How did it get there now?
My best intentions were to
keep that away. Have I failed?
Cheerios and caterwauls, high-fives
and good-luck kisses. All those
people who are my pains in the
asses, here they come again.
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I've shined the belly-crap out of
this silver-plate, and I swear it's
brighter now than ever. Amen to
that and let's read a book together.
Someday, baby, it's just you and me.
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Over the ledge, someone has thrown
a bundle. I can only wonder what it is.

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