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what a great day to not wake up
the dream that is too dreamy, becomes real.
the sweet with too much sweetness, becomes sour.
the spice that is too spicy, becoming numb
I can't put my finger on it
I can't put it on my tongue
it's 4 pm in Dixieland and
remember that in some towns religious is the enemy of spiritual.

1:00am I wish the clock
I wish the shoulder ache
I wish the send button, the paper airplane;
existing before and disrupting after.
I want to sent you five small sorry's instead of one
shipped goodbye.


a time for us - joe pass
"...someday they'll be a time for you, and me..."