when you are not there?
Do you sail, or would you say
you hide in your shell? I am eager to find a place
to sit beside you,
but I doubt you know
where to stand
when with me.
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What a day.
What a yesterday.
I can hardly speak now. My voice is sprained, my heart hungry and my belly full of Tuna nicoise made without the egg, or the olives, so a poor imitation it is.
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