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I
Do Not Expect To Be One Much Longer
It's
Not Longer Than a Life.
Wear.
please,
continue.
The
Visitor's Eye.
Were
You Listening.
Yes.
Regretting
The Night.
Surviving.
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Blind.
I thought
it was a boy on this public
holiday. Tapping on the pavement.
Walking past the yard, stick in hand
It seemed a reasonable image to me.
But I didn't want to hear it
in my bed.
And the tap, tap, tapping was interfering
In my struggle to dig into the covers
Thinking that I had all I needed
At hand, to keep me
in my bed.
The curtains were draped
excessively with tablecloths.
The coffee and telephone by the bed
were useless in keeping me
in my bed
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2
You
Can Peer Into The Cracks
Breakfast.
Things
Happen.
Blind.
Dating.
A
Borrowed Bed.
A
Love Poem.
I
Remember.
Through
My Mother's Eyes.
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