a pile of leaves, the newspaper
on the breakfast table, a night-cap.
an agnostic fresh out of confusion,
(we all live at the bottom of a well),
a three days journey to Tokyo.
i did not come for an argument,
your beer was like butter
on my daily bread, a kiss for Santa-
a slap for Jesus.
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