Jul 10, 2003 11:57
raspberry lemonade drips from a cup
and pools on my desk. another july day
spent eleven floors up with stacks of
paper and rows of law books. my bicycle
stands abandoned in a far off corner.
she does not understand why she sits
in an office corner for nine hours.
was she not made to be free, flying
down the streets beneath the trees?
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you seem mighty fine.
would it be alright
to be friends?
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i have added you
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