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(This message was edited by luvjacksonhole on 02-06-04 @ 2:54 pm EST) Â The Day My Night Light Burned Out I can't tell you exactly when It happened but I can tell you how. I was sitting in my room distracted By a row of purple lava lamps. Maybe it was the blue crayon pressed Carelessly against the bulb. I can't tell you exactly how It happened but I can tell you when. I was lying on a crocodile sleeping bag Staring at the noose hanging from the rafters. Maybe it was the black checker pressed Between my fingers that flicked and flew. I can't tell you exactly when It happened but I can tell you why. I was crawling towards the gazebo doll house Looking for the pirate doll I'd lost. Maybe it was sapphire colored anger That made me thump a numb finger at the bulb. I can't tell you exactly why It happened but I can tell you where. I was sleeping with a fluttering eyelash Listening to the sweet music of an ancient violin. Maybe there was no maybe anymore. Maybe I couldn't sleep and snore and pretend not I. The day my night light burned out it was me. Words used = 12 |