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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. A perfunctory Wave of the hand In return What now seems An all too extended greeting This is the way Beginnings whimpering End these days There is at last An empirical efficiency As pre-determines conclusions Before the usual waste of time No dates bad movies No uncomfortable trying To find what cannot be found The sun at dawn Lighting a room The carpeted floor No sparrows Attempting to sing Whatever those songs They possibly can A cat at the door Wanting to get in— You sleeping beside me . [This message has been edited by Huan Yi (05-14-2011 01:18 PM).] |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
There is something about the "you sleeping beside me", the light on the carpet, the sparrows not singing that created a feeling of companionable silence inside me. |
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