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The Night

I forgot what it was like. 

The Night 

The road. 

The hours. 

Everything is loud again. 

Nothing is beautiful, 

like I had convinced myself it was, 

once. 

I already miss the days, 

and have vowed this will end soon. 

Either for something else, 

or somewhere. 

I will say goodbye, 

and for the first time, 

mean it. 


© 2017 William S. Friday 

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Everybody’s Shit Stinks

Whether attitude or actual, metaphor or literal, in prose or rhyming couplets great or small…

With a certitude among those who, for good or ill, agree…

Observed in one’s behavior, mercurial, or philosophy, obscure, a truth which should be obvious to all…

That in this world of humankind, there is one fact, indisputable, thinks not just me…

Everybody’s shit stinks. 


 © Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

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Stumbled

stumbled

 

I have stumbled

again and again

in my life

But I never landed

on my feet

until I stumbled

over you

 

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