Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Monday, April 16, 2012
An early morning sun upon closed eyes
The orange it burns
is small and yellow, sometimes,
and the blob-shape it,
the orange, follows
does rhyme with it. It all rhymes.
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