Saturday, June 04, 2005

Saturday morning, smells like toast

Harmonica in it's box on top of the unopen learn to play the harmonica in 250 thousand easy lessons book.
Beatles on the CD player.
Hair uncombed.
Teeth unbrushed.
Bed unmade.
Stomach carrying on a conversation with itself.
Looks like rain.
Fast approaching noon.
Room in comfortable disarray.
Birds that mock me mocking.
Five seconds away from jumping back in bed.
At least I don't limp.

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