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Catnap
How long can an hour-and-a-half catnap last, When you're seeking freedom, at the end of your dock, Flat on your back, wearing nothing but jeans and a flannel shirt,
And an intermittent Sunday sun, mistaking your shape For one more of its gloriously glittering water spirits, Sends down its energy, to engender, in you, omnipotence?
As a lake devotee who's endured four days of rain-effaced rays, I'd estimate it could last a forever or three . . . That's how immortal I feel, right this supine lifetime of mine.
09/25/11 - (3)
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