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I like a day consisting
parts that I combine
and turn up the corners
edge a way in
the mud and scrape
minutes past the hour
I like to give the day a shake
and rattle round in it
rain for the mountains
rivers make lake
I like to have parentheses
and hammock in a question mark
time on the back burner
or in the house
I like a day inhabited
top to toe
with jokes
with anecdotes
friends, foes
progressing!
one thing and another
a day like none before
and none to come
its own day, let’s say
day to keep us all on our toes
of thrills and spills
of pure delight
let day be its own cliché
let moments last forever
over the top
and under your pants
to where the sun won’t shine
I like a day of broken things
and put them back together
a ten year old’s watch
the Soviet Union
day so many, various
something sticks at the back of the head
talk a walk and tip it out
I’ll take the spin
with a heavenly body
the elswhere
stash it
tasty for later
I like a day consisting
and do what you must do
beyond the clouds, the blue
stars still
I like a day of parts
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