Four in the morning
and sleep has gone.
Four in the morning
and nothing to say.
Four in the morning
and too many ghosts.
Four in the morning,
just another day.
- mce
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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Merely a holding cell for journal entries, wry observations, attempted witticisms, poems and random aphorisms. Sense of humor required. This is poetry, NOT biography. Please do not call 911, stage an intervention or suggest AA. Everyone deserves their own death, allow me mine. Tentative conclusions encouraged. Advice ignored. Absolute truths not welcome. Enlightenment unlikely. Play on.
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