we talk so long the room gets cold
programmable central heating
the bane of all night confessions
and yet the chill is only slight
laughter warms my heart if not my feet
nuclear potential news simply child's play
sweeping past with an ease only distance brings
while I realize time has slid from beneath us
friendship built on sand that was once rock
could be cornerstoned again with talk like this
Friday, December 17, 2010
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