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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
flashing blue
another day bled, another night, you slept soundly, in blankets tight, muttering quietly, as your dreams took flight, I watched shadows dance, in nocturnal delight, to the rhythm, of the salt truck's, flashing blue light.
Fine Canadiana - remember that the blue lights can be cops...especially down in the states. French learned that the hard way; once he thought he was out racing a snow plow.
I second Old Ollie. Like accidently getting a grain of salt in a slight cut. It hurts, but you know its doing serious damage to germs and bacteria. Nicely done.
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Fine Canadiana - remember that the blue lights can be cops...especially down in the states. French learned that the hard way; once he thought he was out racing a snow plow.
I wish I could mutter quietly when I dream. Usually its a primal scream.
I second Old Ollie. Like accidently getting a grain of salt in a slight cut. It hurts, but you know its doing serious damage to germs and bacteria. Nicely done.
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