April 14, 2012
G-U-I-NEA That's Right!
It's lovely out and so I'm out in it
We chip away the wall to find new walls
Could it be chips all the way down?
Breeze, sunshine, staying hydrated -- these are not challenges
A bunch of people died here in the 18th century
Similarly in the 19th
It's probably easier to get rid of centuries
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An if-then chain a day long
A backyard five row houses long
A prop plane overhead
(To occupy my time)
A drink on a wire table, my ass
In a wire chair
Feet crossed at the ankles like it's Saturday
Indulgent like it's Saturday
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Birds overhead
Tree limbs overhead
In case of fire, break glass
Be merry
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