NIGHT SOUNDS
Train is calling
Crickets lulling
Bull frog croaking
As I am
Smoking
Here on this deck.
Nodding eyes
Tired sighs
Tablet thighs
Hair hangs down
A-bed bound
Dancing night sound.
9/11/2013 2345 cj
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