Today I woke up
with my head full of numbers.
Click of calculators in my ears
tumbled me out of bed
to clutch my red checkbook.
Numbers in, numbers out
and a sleepy number 3
who tried to sneak away
for a bit more shut eye.
Today I woke up
with my head full of numbers.
Click of calculators in my ears
tumbled me out of bed
to clutch my red checkbook.
Numbers in, numbers out
and a sleepy number 3
who tried to sneak away
for a bit more shut eye.
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
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One Poet's Writing Practice: Poems by Mary Kendall
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