'these are extraordinary times'
so we can do whatever we want ha ha
the sky darkens
stitching the white pillow cover
If I had my way I'd sit and watch
the grey and poundy waves all day ...
The candle lights for Cypress
must be down at the channel now
where the tide rushes out
from the lagoon and keeps on going out
way out ... remember?
now the evening sky
looks pretty clear
was a history
DECEMBER 2, 2001
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