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[Oct. 12th, 2009|
09:36 pm
]
gray, quiet and tired and mean
picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the
tree
I see it all through a telescope:
guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat
lying in the back of the blue boat
humming a tune
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