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Untitled Words

Sittin here on my chair,,, writin
got the tv off
the doors & windows open
listenin to the sound of the birds
the last days of winters breezes
blowin through house and home
it smells an feels good
my good blanket pulled up & comfy
keepin this young old mans bones
warm like a smoldered fire
Jasper layin on the ground
next to me,
chewin on an empty 2 litter bottle I had just finished drinkin
makin me throw it,
he chases it, comes back
lays down & chews some more on it,
As I sit here
with words untitled, floatin through mine head
listenin to the language of the birds
singing me to sleep
here, on my comfy chair
Written by deadwolf
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Author's Note
Undecided about this one... threw it up there just to see what it looks like, before messin around with it an losin somethin that was very much a happiness an contentment in the brief moment...
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