July 2006
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Top of the Mornin'
I have to write something, so I am going to sit here until I do. Should I be worried when a woman sits next to me on a bus and starts writing poetry about falling from grace and former glory? Riding the bus, listening to my music, when a tall brunette in her late twenties wearing an earth tone sweater and tan pants sits next to me. She’s chipper. Not in an annoying way, but her movements are...