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In a world without buffalo, I would not eat buffalo wings… not not buffalo not buffalo wings This is living older Talking in a low voice out loud things I keep inside. Don't need a reason to walk softly. When a comet slows down it don't come 'round no more Add punctuation as you read this that is what clouds do Old truck wouldn't start this morning. wouldn't start yesterday or the day before that (day ~ that day ~ that day ~ that day ~ that day ~ that) Maybe tomorrow I'll leave that old truck alone stay home Look down from this spot at the dark that the day left behind Knocks at the door stop knocking goes away The floor is cool where I lay cat resting with dogs on both sides left with little thoughts lawn will still get cut wind leans and whistles through a door cancel the refills change of address like looking up to the left don't forget breathing maybe now I'll understand stand under stand under stand under this is living Arlington, Virginia Written a few miles from midnight near where a cardinal landed today. September 6, 2010 © 2010 Jimmy the Peach (Peach). All rights reserved.
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