Been Blessed!
C Chuy Amante
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I got up from a comfy rest
the day is threatening sunshinefullness
I see my 1971 car
and I see my 1969 bike
grass, life
I guess my body is still alive,
again
What will the Universe deliver today?
If I don't, as usual, get in the way
A West Indian Girl serenades
I feel no handy live grenades
What reality is my dance?
Must I get up and put on my pants?
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