Month: December 2006
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you’re coming alive to me (part 2)
Nobody likes 8-hour shifts. Especially me. Especially Peter Gibbons. But since I have to work to get earn some money, I had no choice. But today’s 8-hour shift wasn’t that bad. In fact, I sort of enjoyed it. Not because of the work I have to do or the people I have to do it…
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Souvenirs
A poem It’s fall outside, of orange and redthere’s a chill on the airwinter’s biting at my front doorand I’ve plunged into despair The sun is setting, the wind’s suspendingon the golden horizonthe leaves crunch to my earsthe colors are souvenirsand they’re saying ‘come home son’ This is the lifethis is the listeningof words we…
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