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Post by khnumet on Jul 21, 2005 17:47:23 GMT -5
I heard her important sounding boots on the pavement I didn' turn around but I knew it was a her It was a her sounding sound An important her Compared to the soft patter of my Sketchers It sounded like the approach of doom Somebody was going to be in big trouble Not me I kept walking Aqua Fina in one hand Umbrella in the other When I moved the umbrella rain slid off my upper lip And slid into the bottle It was just a silly nonsensical angelina thing Wearing tennis shoes and drinking water in the rain But it made me feel more important to the sky More important to the itinerary of water Than clunky heels and troubled minds
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