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and when the wing tip dipped and the plane began to pitch,
i saw our shadow, dark and silent,
like some great and monstrous thing upon the water

his fingers pluck each string like a spider's web
constellations soar and the wind is at his back

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he stands on the tips of his toes
and cackles like a hyena
when he hits a particularly good idea

he is wearing a hawaiian shirt again
i laugh silently

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No one grumbles among the oyster clams
And the lobsters play their bone guitars all summer
But we, with our opposable thumbs, want heaven to be
And God to come again

There is no end to our grumbling
We want comfortable earth and sumptuous heaven
But the herein standing on one leg in the bog
Drinks his rum all day and is content

My brother bought me a rosary in Europe.
It is hanging in front of my right speaker.
True story.

The night was cold and slightly damp
And every time the ocean slammed against the shore
We felt the tower shake