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Missing Our Omelet Mornings

Posted by PeteK on April 12, 2016 at 12:35 AM

I have a jones so sharp

that only you can stop this appetite that deceives me


Who am I now apart from you. What have I done?

I throw my fool Self before you but I do it

like an August hurricane.


I'll take you on, I'll take us both to the Greek island Anthemoessa

because I'm the Siren and Circe. And I'll laugh and riff about how I

ran you aground. And you'll call me a goof


because you know better.

This was your song all along.

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