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I’ve figured out one sure sweet pleasure. On occasional Mondays, I unplug my new Hofner bass, pack it up and drive into town with my Beatles scores and head down…
Because your eyes crinkle when you tell a story, And your face opens up into a laugh The way a flower opens to the sun. Because you smell like home….
I wakeA little off centerAs if I am only able to inhabit The left side of my body.My skin itchesI am afflicted like JobAnd sleepy like a bearIn late November.Craving…