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The diner was out of French toast
So pancakes had to do.
She drank some milk and let
The water sit.
Half way through the short stack
She glanced and saw it.
It glimmered for a second
Somewhere beneath the lemon.
Wasn’t the light or a hung over mind.
It really was there–Tomorrow–shining.
A drip in the pool so thick it cost a heap.
She was [...]

Posted on January 10th, 2008 by drevon03
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