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WET PAVEMENT

HUMIDITY THICK

GLOW OF LIGHTS

AND NOISES

OF LIFE

BREATHING

IN THE NIGHT

HOW TO SEE THE

WORLD

IN YOUR

BACKYARD

LISTENING TO

IDLE CHATTER

OF OTHERS

TO THE SWEET

SIPPING

OF DARK ALE

TO THE OH SO

SMOOTH TASTE

OF FRANCESCA

TO THAT ONE

I WOULD BE SO

IN TROUBLE

POETS AND MUSIC

GO HAND IN HAND

LIKE A VELVET

GLOVE

TO THE SKIN

LATER TO THE

SIMPLE

ARGUMENT

OF WORDS

THAT CHANGE THE

MOOD

ENDING THE DAY

AS I SAY

ITS TIME YOU

GO HOME

AND I GO TO BED

FOR ITS NOT

MY CROSS

TO BARE ANYMORE

CLOUDS ROLL

BY

AND

BY

SIPPING THE

IRISH SWEETNESS

IN THE HILLS

OF FINGER LAKES

PEACE IN

THE SUMMER HEAT

TO THE HONEYWELL

FAN SCREAMING

ITS WORDS

IN MY EARS

IN THE MORNING AFTER

OF WHERE

MY CAR

IS INVISIBLE

AND MY FEET

GET ME

GOING

OR

COMING

THE BLADES OF GRASS

IN THE

SHADOWS

OF MEMORIES

WHERE

ONE WORKS HARD

AND PLAYS HARD

WALKING DOWN

THE SIDE

WALK

OF STATE

IN SOME KIND

OF OTHERWORLDLY

BLISS

IN MY OWN MIND

ALL IN BLACK

LISTENING

TO THE

IDLE CHATTER

AS THIS IS

THE WORDS

WRITTEN

BY A

INSTANT

GURU

SMILE!