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December 28, 2009

In my dream this morning, I was chatting with a wee baby, and started talking in poem.

I swear, I said the lovliest poem I’ve ever heard,

and woke up, and sat straight up in bed and thought



the dream was already fading back into sleep

and my mind was already grasping at straws and lines

and frantically trying to remember

but pretty much failing.

After a couple of minutes the only straw I had left in my hand

was a short one

the first line

“To M_”.

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