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In the berth (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

Some nights the warm reaching wind rocks my truck hushshshshsh hushshshshsh Sometimes a train passes beating its' open boxcar song. blumblum blumblum blumblum blumblum Some nights I lie in the plushness of the contented cat underneath the hood. And in the just right sleeping weather I leave my curtains open and look up.

cleverdevice 10-May-04/3:05 AM
Beautiful.




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