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Dreams for Breakfast
Sometimes everything is blue;
the hills, my hands,
house keys, chimney smoke.
If I bit the air
my mouth would fill with blue juice.
I’m peaceful, though I wonder,
what casts such a big shadow?
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Gerard Beirne
September 13, 2014 10:47 AM
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Scoop.it!
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