Filter Tip Duet

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in the wee hours in the wrong hours of the long minutes of loss and embargo I semi-breathe but fully burn while lungs weep and the heart counter-punches

Now I first coffee when I used to Last Call… sip and cough alternately…

clutter the quiet to take the credit for awakening that incorrigible early bird to sing his sweeter song
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NaPoWriMo April 4, 2012
a back to baseball repost

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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