It is midnight and I am getting a haircut on the lawn.
I am tired, but I shiver with excitement.
Gentle hands tug and snip at my curls,
And as they fall they take root in the grass.
I will never remember this happening to me,
Save for lonely forgotten dreams and
The strange feelings of Deja Vu that I feel
Any time I go to the barber shop.
, and then the astronomer looked up at the stars and forgot everything.
"Happy New Year!"
"I got a little lost; can you show me the way?"
"Inauguration day is just around the corner!"
"Welcome to eleventh grade. You're almost out!"
"Hi, my name's what's your name?
It’s a skull-shaped pot of wilted flowers on the porch waiting for the tide to rise, pick it up, and take it away to Dreamland, where it belongs.
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