Sunday, May 16, 2010

Through The Windows Of Our Life's House Comments

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I lie all day in bed and think that maybe it is over,
That a beautiful storm will never pass:
Alma, I will stop drinking for you, and I will write my poetry
For you sober,
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Robert Rorabeck
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