Thursday, January 06, 2011

With Plenty of Crybaby Juice

Your pain clears the windows.
Blind, your gaze can skip skies.

Tell me, was it you who visited,
slipped on these words, cried?

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Big A's first real day off in 15 days, and both Baby A and I made mad crybaby juice in little-little batches all day. Connection? Coincidence? Hmm.

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