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Here
Have
Something sweet to eat
With these
Grapes gone bad
The best I ever had
Choke me please
I don’t need to breathe
So consistently
This isn’t me
Ordinarily I’m fairly constructive
Conductive enough to warm a room
And soon
I’ll again resume to bloom
Flowers for bees to pollinate and tease
Rub against my stamens with ease
Go for a walk in the cold winter breeze
Cultivate these grapes before they freeze

December looms around the way
Today the sky was concrete gray

Wish the earth beneath my feet would stay

I’m really not ready for another happy holiday



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--Last edited by MeCh on 2007-11-26 01:14:11 --