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the sun woke up
I came down
music was playing
I danced around
spied the milk in the fridge
drank it all myself but just a smidge
a happy milk mustache
I absently wiped away
wrote a love letter to
all that I desire
but deliberately omitted the
all the more racy twinklings and kindling
that fan such said fire hire and hire
called to my elderly neighbor
on my way to pick up the mail
nearly skipped to my Loo
on the trail of what I yet had to tell
to the pages in my worn wire ringed notebook
a whole other world awaits to prevail
now back in the drawing room
just as I am
with little more than wall paper
for my latest companion
a desk and a chair offer me a seat
and a flat surface to rest my hand upon
the magic steps up to the forefront
the finest baseball game of poetry
that was ever penned
words align to cue my damn near salivating
sing song brain
and just as you can see
from behind a curtain drawn
surprisingly so very easily this poem to me came
'A Whippoorwill Am I'
being so pleasantly chased by a worm
that dearly loves to sing..............
(Aug 16, 2013 532pm)