For nearly the first time since the Cape, I slept. It required me to spend hours after midnight waiting for my body to get the unconsciousness memo and then repeat the process this morning after a doctor's office called back at the crack of business, but construction has been precluded by the recurrent nor'easter rain and it worked. The dreams were nothing to write home about, but at least I had them. And then we had a mild power outage, but still. Sleep! I could get used to it.
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- 1: Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door?
- 2: Because brick-braided alleys make steep, sleeping valleys seem level and clear
- 3: Don't look round, but I think we're taking off
- 4: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 5: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 6: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 7: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 8: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
- 9: Pa vez o pellaat da vag, ha ma c'hoantaez c'hoazh?
- 10: I spoke of crimes and of my friends in the same breath
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