
Laying at the edge of the prairie
I think of the things customary
Music of chirps and clicks
A thorough check for ticks
Then melt my cruel heart with black coffee
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July 16th, 2007 at 5:01 am
Ahhh… Jay you’ve become such a romantic… maybe you’ve always been… you and Garrison Keillor both! I get that way too, when I drink your fine brew.