Wednesday, September 30, 2009



__I woke up alone this morning.
Thoughts of you descended from my eyes
to splash and die in an hot tub of oil
with my eggs, sunny side up,
____and I burned my biscuits.

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  1. Boozy ToothOctober 1, 2009 at 12:31 PM

    Sounds like someone burned your biscuit for you.

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  2. LluviaOctober 1, 2009 at 1:29 PM

    Oh Alix, this is embarrassing, but the poem actually has to do with nude sunbathing. I don't know what else to say except please don't tell anyone my little secret. ;-)

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