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Sting and I turn 55 this year |
Sugar Donuts on a Sleepy Sunday Sting and I turn fifty-five this year, trivia sponged from the early news. Baby-boomers, cradle-mates, we've survived divorce, Cold War, the Berlin Wall. I munch sugar donuts on a sleepy Sunday. He, with lute and bass, sings songs from the labyrinth. Together, fingers sticky with life, we stuff a message in a bottle, cast it upon deep, blue water, pray for harmonic convergence. It is a brand new day. Written for: "The Writer's Cramp celebrates WDC 24!" ![]() Won the daily award! ![]() ![]() |