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Lizard

Sitting alone in a restaurant in Positano,
Sipping Ouzo
And writing poetry in brown Journal
A lizard climbs up a wall and across the ceiling and lingers overhead,
Suddenly
My poem feels like bullshit.

Posted on November 25, 2006 11:08 PM |

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