This works because the world arrives, blooming, when I open my eyes.
Where's Elmo? they howl from the rim of El Capita-- then firefall.
Like my American Sentences, dog at back door scratches, wants out.
Last night on farm, brandy in flask, or was it grappa from Old Country?
Am I doing it right, writing to morning, perpetual morning?
Sore throat better, cybernet helps, when voice can travel without effort.
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