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The Dream

November 28, 2009 – 12:41 pm

His sleep story came in vivid color on a dark
winter’s night.
Ancient in years, he lay alone
in his rickety bed clutching his only pillow
which, like him, was stained and creased from
time’s cruel assault. He knew his remaining days
were waning, the constant clock ticking them away,
but loneliness and age robbed any concern.
Sinking his head into the crusty [...]

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The Perfect Day

October 9, 2009 – 10:44 am

Bruce thought he heard it, he was fairly certain, but not sure
of the chirping of small yellow birds at his window screen.
And though it would be a while before his alarm clock would lure,
the birds did the trick, he leaped from bed like he did as a teen.
Bruce hadn’t felt so good in so many countless [...]

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