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Days like today

remind me of Scotland.

I've never been-

well, physicall I've not,

but my mind has traveled

through space and time-

lost in new words

mutual past-time.

Today, in the states,

there are no

"Clouds on a Wednesday"

just overcast, fogged shades of grey,

waves upon the rocky shore, 

coffee 'gone cold before

you get a good taste.

The days poetry was made for.

Cold. 

Like the parts of my heart

that left a friend alone.

Today reminds me of Scotlad,

and like another one of our hand written notes

I keep in that Paris designed tote

here I write

to say "Hello".

 

"Unilaterally, Literally, Literary Friends."

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