Musings
By Alyce Wilson |
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August 5, 2003 - Later Than You Think | |
In yesterday's entry, I mentioned that I incorporated some of the names I gleaned from the Logan Valley phone book into skits and poems. Here's the poem I mentioned, which I hope will help bring some cooler thoughts to these oppressively hot summer days. |
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Later Than You Think
stalked the hotel parking lot, shouting, "Why destroy my truck? Why not just fight me?" The snow powdered his shirt. Chatty weather
reports dubbed the storm Sequestered
in West Virginia, I read the Logan Valley The weather
man, in his neat gray suit, The footage
shakes, wobbling too fast. A train The ascetic
hound "This
isn't even funny anymore," admits When I emerge
from rock gash and static,
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Moral: Copyright
1993-2003 by Alyce Wilson |
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What
do you think? Share your thoughts |
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