chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Here I am, cigarette in hand...
but the coffee is running low and I've a sandbox to finish building.
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Coffee, cigarette, sandbox..sounds like an action packed day.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your day and hey, get in that sandbox and play too!!
(ps-i'm back)
i havent played in a sandbox for years, sounds fun....do they have different sand options these days ie. color/ grain size? im sure they do....we have so many damn choices these days
ReplyDeleteHey Jhon! All work goes better with coffee! I built a sandbox for my kids. The word spread to the neighborhood cats that there was a large new litter box in the area.
ReplyDeleteSmoking... sigh... dems were da good ol daze...
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