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[spujr]

"Gray's First Sober Year" by William Notter from More Space Than Anyone Can Stand

Some days when I wake up early
and listen to Sharon lying there breathing,
it feels like somebody snuck in while we slept
and changed our sheets.

I don't know why, but I like that. Here is another Poem that struck me a while back:

"Top of My Lungs" by Natalie

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[fates_muse]

My dad always used to listen to Prairie Home Companion on the way home from the supermarket on Saturday afternoons and while cooking dinner that night. It makes me nostalgic.