Wednesday, December 21, 2011

West Covina Comments

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The apartment is so quiet now.
In the early darkened hours I listen to the cars swish by.
The future lies scattered like the bottles on my coffee table, and much like my friend passed out on my couch, I too lay passed out on life's couch.
I thought I had a firm hold on life, as I strolled beneath trees, along avenues at sunset.
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Greg Dennison

Greg Dennison

Whitier, Ca.
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