Thursday, October 07, 2004
there hasn't been enough life in time. today is only a thursday portion, a literal point named frequently then left. the vote leaves and the hall closes. the booth is a voice. the vote is a day. time is in the clench, which leaves us drawling. we drool in the time. life isn't in Cheney's eyes, or the sudden impulse upon the voter, drizzle for comfort. no security moms exist, or security dads, or possible results. my dad's dying in time but he aren't all dads? all dads and all moms find life in time, in sputtering looking and weave thru. today is only deft thursday, written on paper. it looks like another day.
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