Rabbit, rabbit! I woke this morning with forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit running through my head like the stuck line of a song, which I'm not even sure what to do with. On the other hand, I also woke to a small black cat who crawled under the covers beside me and purred himself back to sleep, which feels like a better omen. The air and the light have changed just enough to feel like autumn, even on a drizzling day. Every year I observe it's the ghost-season, but that doesn't seem to stop it being true.
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- 1: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 2: Shaking off the echoes of yesterday
- 3: Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea
- 4: He tried to run away, well, she hit him with a hammer
- 5: There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
- 6: She's got a common full of love
- 7: Counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her
- 8: If I were you, I'd be out on the town
- 9: Sit and watch my TV set
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