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It's 3:11 on 3/11
I could be snoozing between sheets
as in eyes closed, imposed
with paper weights.
Yet I’m really not losing dreams or sleep
~~being wide awake I decided2 take
a blank sheet & say thanks, Sweet
by pulling this caper late:
write You @ 3:11 on 3/11.
Thus, 4me this wide screen
provides a stream
of dreams.
Writing early or late
has absolutely nothing
2do with pearly gates.
In fact, the act
has no astrological pretense.
It has, tho, logical sequence
~~everything 2do with
YOUR presence on the 11th.
This is the day
You came thru a stardust port
were then, now are, just short
of an excellent descent.
You fell 2Earth inching,
deeper n2 perfection,
n2a well of thirst quenching,
sweeter confection.
Tasting Your kisses
[a treat I deserve]
is like licking liquid,
sweet preserves
\the ones lacing Your kisses
~~~~like a ring of raspberries
that clings & has very
definite plans & inventions
that will evidence this man’s intentions.
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