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Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Dear Kim, In the middle of the nightI sometimes wake upNo, no — I meanI often wake up. I hear the coyotes howlingAnd lately I’ve heard an owl But that’s not what wakes me up It’s the thousand thoughtsRacing through my mindOf this and… Continue Reading “In the Middle of the Night”
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 