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The song was good -
so I kept driving.
I slipped sunglasses over my eyes.
(To still the noisy streetlights.)
All I could see was red: glowing, darting.
Then I got lost among the mansions.
But I howled at the moon.
My wolfey senses led me home.
The song was good, though.
so I kept driving.
I slipped sunglasses over my eyes.
(To still the noisy streetlights.)
All I could see was red: glowing, darting.
Then I got lost among the mansions.
But I howled at the moon.
My wolfey senses led me home.
The song was good, though.
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Noisy steetlights is an interesting phrase.
Happy Birthday. May Jesus grant you the best of all Birthday gifts. I'll be doing what I usually do the 7th: reading Lepanto and smoking a cigar to celebrate. I hope that whatever you do, it bring you closer to bliss.
May the Lord be with you,
-J.
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