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moonshiner
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pete
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long days and tiring nights,
caught up and not really here,
working through the piles of readings
and essays,
just waiting for the marking to begin.
getting the most out of the nights,
and the best out of the days,
walking everywhere
and thinking
recapturing states of mind
"i wish they was mine"
and walking along the lines
of the pages
piling with notes,
as my mind wanders
again
to my neighbours and go betweens
and our laughter
and spilt coffee
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071108
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pete
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blue skies
and blue pages
blue words
and blue eyes
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071110
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pete
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tied between tongues.
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071114
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pete
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crush,
and expand,
and caught,
and saw,
embraced with eyes,
and smiles exhaled
lingering in text
and moving on into the night.
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071115
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pete
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a coincidence that may sow seeds of awkwardness, though it'd be just as awkward to explain the coincidence. hopefully it passes, because prior to it the comfort has been growing and warming.
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071115
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pete
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i think i am safe.
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071115
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via uncle tulepo
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I've been a moonshiner
for seventeen long years
and I spent all my money
on whiskey and beer
and I go to some hollow
and set up my still
if whiskey don't kill me
Lord, I don't know what will
and I go to some barroom
to drink with my friends
where the women they can't follow
to see what I spend
God bless them pretty women
I wish they was mine
with breath as sweet as
the dew on the vine
let me eat when I'm hungry
let me drink when I'm dry
two dollars when I'm hard up
religion when I die
the whole world is a bottle
and life is but a dram
when the bottle gets empty
Lord, it sure ain't worth a damn
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071116
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jane
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{my favorite bob_dylan song}
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071116
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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