organmeats
A half-hearted cry for help
Friday, April 22, 2005
Walking Home
Birds are singing. But, its only one o'clock.
There's no night; just a long dusk that passes into a long dawn.
Is it confusion that makes them sing,
or has the avian world adjusted to the twenty four hour clock?
What am i doing out?
It's Thursday
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