Before we sneezed
at the sun
into our suitcase
recorder microphones
in your footcloset basement,
it was going to be
a story about how
no one but me
knows why these steeples
aren't the same height.
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Loooove the last five lines!
ReplyDeleteHahaha... it's funny. They were the first lines, originally!
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