I sit and think of what to write
Lest this EP take all night.
Outside the clouds grow dark and fierce;
I see the drops that start to fall.
The air is warm, but Summer's gone
In the distance, Autumn calls.
Lightning strikes o'er yonder town
The rain begins to bucket down
I listen to Mozart's symphony
And continue my project peacefully.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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