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After All, Tomorrow is Another Day. . . mornings I awake to thunder hide my head and cuddle under longer than I should, I wonder what more now’s been cast asunder I know each moment that I linger seems to point a spiny finger makes me want to just malinger twist my dreams into a wringer but I have a tiny inkling while I hear the raindrops sprinkling toss and turn the sheets are wrinkling thoughts around the edge are twinkling maybe I should be awaking and of life should be partaking not continually belly aching but begin an undertaking after much procrastination and a smidge of trepidation there will be a proclamation she has made a transformation I am sick of being boring I would rather be exploring so without undue deploring I’ve chosen just to be adoring without ostentatiousness or even some audaciousness I think I try flirtatiousness and toss in some vivaciousness so please don’t be conciliatory at least I am still ambulatory when I obtain my territory at least it’s not a crematory 05/2000 Laurie Dee |
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