sitting at a fast computer
warm air on my feet
the window open
cool night air pouring over my face
frogs creaking
pepperoni pizza, hot buttered corn, chocolate chip cookies waiting
a whole night to write
after sleeping all day
this is heaven
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Friend my soul with joy remembers
how like quivering flames they start
when I fan the living embers
on the hearth-strone of my heart
'T is for this, thou Silent River
That my spirit leans to thee
thou has been a generous river
Take this idle song from me
(I look to Longfellow for the right words ... I miss you R!)
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