HOURS TO GO
BEFORE I SLEEP
Well it's not like anything else at all:
Surfeit, blue bonnet, jumping a
rainbow, fishing for cars. Here's
where the girl from Philadelphia
told me she was catching green
eels and catfish from the old
Cumberland Piers. I chose to
believe her and promised
I'd go. There's no mark like
marksmanship. Even though.
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Outside that window rides the River
Delaware, like some ocean-going
steamboat to the Chesapeake Bay.
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