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A Poem by J.Sinclair (Morrow)

The rain continues on without stopping
Our white plastic balcony chairs are wet.
I sit on one anyways.
I smoke a cigarette long and hard,
as I miss him.

Everything is wet and the rain
falls softly.

© 2008 J.Sinclair (Morrow)


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J.Sinclair (Morrow)
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