Monday, December 1, 2008
Sunday Morning,2p.M Comments
Rating: ★4.5
Morning dawns slowly through the smoke
its gentle nudging wakes me from my from my sleep
Bodies, mounds of sweating flesh, scattered on the floor
Their figures smell like morning breath, though they don’t know what morning’s for.
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7/26/2025 9:59:03 AM # 1.0.0
lol Sounds like a great weekend Jack! lol You need to look at that second line though, as the drug dealer said to the waking dead! lol Great view of the morning after the weekend of take all, but no prisoners...smiling at you, Tai