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Joe Marflak

Joe Marflak

Yesterday's Hanging Over

Been a lot on my mind
 
So I put some down in lines
 
Watching the sunlight reap last night’s stitching
 
I guess the alcohol patches nothing.
 
I pulled the thread beside my bed and all I found
 
were rusty springs and stuffing.

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