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When you wake up into the panic
and the tulips from Ralph's
have almost had it,
why don't you change the water
and cut the stems,
maybe find a vase a little taller
to help them stand up straight?
When you wake up into the panic
and the Devil's almost got you
to throw yourself off the cliffs of religion,
why don't you lie down
in front of the ferocious traffic
of your daily life
and get creamed by some of the details?
December 13, 1993