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The Day Rolled In
The day rolled in like
A younger year memory,
Bits of pill bottle stuffing
Clouds floating in,
As
Kris would say,
Blue bird skies,
The sun as bright
As young lovers eyes
Stumbling upon
Simultaneous orgasm,
Barely a breeze
But just enough breeze
To make the day easy,
As easy as an on top
Of a straw pile day
Or the time
I sat on the steps
With a buddy nearly a brother,
Chewed sunflower seeds And dreamed of the day
Youth would be left
With our mothers.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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