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2005-02-28

And then there are the a.m. hours
the ones that belong to me
I unwrap stashed chocolate
boil water
brew tea
drape an afghan across my knees

breathe in the silence
bask in the glow
of dimmed lights and monitor screen
begin keyboard dancing
my fingers romancing
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