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Late night
Old moon
Alright real soon
In real time
Will write a rhyme
Penny for one
Nickle for two
Dime for the fun
Quarter 'fore you're through

Dollar for a dozen
Buy one for your cousin
And all of his friends
As rhymes
Out of me
Via the sea
Of a silly mind
On a hill in time
With meter running
With whomever might listen
Stars glisten
In Eastern Oregon skies
Surprise surprise

Come here today
Where you don't have to pay
For the silly stuff I write
Here this late night

In the town that I live in
Where forever I pretend
As the clatter of the train goes by
God's looking down from the sky

He knows before anyone
Life is cruel then it's fun
A place where few will express
What goes through their mind I guess

Because no one really cares
What the poet shares
Poet's write for self-satisfaction
Personal formation reaction

One nerve synapse to another
Trying to be a loving mother
Because poets need love too perhaps
Find more than tablets on their laps

As good as baby angels from beyond
Poets are nuts looked upon
As crazy foolish lovers
Get out a shovel---one recovers

Just more garbage down below
Redundancy the lonely glow
A spark that lights the night
Ramblings, black ink on white.

1/7/2010 0111 cj

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