I'm getting a strange, sad sense of pride
sitting in my living room
on this beautiful overcast day
drinking my first cup of coffee.
Tim brought me a pound of starbucks coffee
and bran muffins.
My mother says he's sweet on me.
It reminds me of the 1940's and I like that.
I'm sitting in my new living room
with Nelson
listening to the String Quartet
as he plays
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