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Thursday, April 2, 2009

magic 8 ball

I cannot hold you;
Not even the idea of you belongs to me -

separated by a ruler's length of conscience
that spans a lifetime.

Every morning, I buy a cup of coffee
and while I wait, I shake the Magic 8 Ball.
Yes, it says. Absolutely. Every time.
Posted by Jennifer S. at 12:09 AM

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