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Thursday, July 1, 2010

Spectacular Spectacular
By Rebecca L. Morrison

Sometimes, I love
you so much that it's
all I can do
not to leap to my rooftop
and scream the stanzas
of every word I've ever written
for the entire city to hear.

I am in love with
you; I am in love with
the written word.

(And sometimes,
I am still in love
with this life.)
Posted by Rebecca L. Morrison at 8:21 PM

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