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late or early
some people are indifferent
to the early morning hours
classifications.
but, we’re singing.
singing!
serenading the stars,
wooing the moon;
without sleep or
the song
of song birds.
only the chatter of
nocturnal
animals and
feet
shuffling along the
ground.
regardless of it being
early or late.
– Hoc Scripsi
recently there was a poem of mine in Madswirl and if you haven’t been there to check it out – Go Now! Second from the bottom –
the platitudes of willful resemblance 