Waking Lore
When we woke up lateIt was light outside
Bicycle bells
Sidewalks and trees
The window was open
Letting in sky
Covering the fields
Like a heavenly smile
It is morning outside
Time for our cyanide. . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2014-02-25 at 11:01




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