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give me my love

it was but yesterday

joy saddled from the sorrow

made clever these words of contempt

pleasure

she walks the gratified narrow

and paints a harbor for this foolish

vessel to crawl into

I find rest is a noun of such great

importance suddenly to me

Sleep sends her soldiers

that I must somehow find the food

to feed

crying in dire regret

I discover the pantry

has alas been robbed

bare

(April 27,2003( 12noon)