Thirst
Monday, March 21, 2005
Poetry
I remember the sky.
blue, yellow and orange.
I paused at the light.
Feeling like a schmorange.
thirsty with a headache
to the table for a banana
I hear Manilow far off
its the Copa Cabana
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