If winds blew west
If rivers flowed up hills
If I had not been so blessed
If I didn’t need these pills
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A pre-dawn chill runs up my spine as the black and white cat meows at the door. Another yawn hisses out of my wide-stretched jaws. To...
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ACT I, Scene 1 Lights up on Tom in his bedroom. The only furnishings are a low end table next to a mattress laid directly on the floor, a...
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A white feline appears from behind a gravestone, and saunters toward me unafraid. Affectionately it rubs against my left foot. It slin...
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At the bottom of this cup of coffee, I see reflected in the dregs my schlubby mug. Unshaven and saggy-eyed, I look as if I have...
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