I spend most of today
Thumbing through yesterday
What just happened
The pages are already smudged
And the words I lined in yellow
Don't sound like the words I said
So I don't just repeat myself
But look up to find
What to do with this new blue sky
How to take its hand
And write down these words to you
Before the ink is dry
But sit and listen to a dove coo
And watch a mockingbird fly by
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