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very like tony soprano but not exactly him
The grandmother emerged from another
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the importance of / the sunrise on a / wednesday morning cannot be // overstated but if you / sleep through it dreaming / that can be good too
Are you ready for the Latin test?
mon amour and i / wait by the river / for the sun to deliver // its message of morning light / written in golden / lines on the water
begin with the sun / god's burning thumbprint / rising over calgary // pressed into the horizon / as seen from nose hill / the clouds like children
stream of teenage consciousness typing practice circa 1982, second installment
i stand barefoot on / the 14th street bridge / to catch this calgary sun // rising over the city / telling me that i / arrived just in time
sun behind mountains/ beginning to rise / on some unseen horizon // there are trees to get around / rough places to make / peace with this morning
stream of teenage consciousness typing practice circa 1982
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