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Not one, not two, not three,
but four poems
writing themselves
simultaneously
a jumble in my mind
urging me down the highway
fighting to come into being,
wanting me home
so I could be here
on this machine
purging the clutter
so I could sleep
and dream

July 11, 2006 21:50

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