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Sunday, March 5, 2006


   Blues....
Some kind of sad guitar in my head,
- playing an old song, something
...I should have forgotten by now.

Who cares?
Maddened, fretful thoughts on true freedom don't mean much
when I hum them at an empty room.

Black and white and blues.
There's some kind of color to my life,
but color's not the answer
to the big question I can't face.

That same old answer -
left written somewhere on your face.

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