Morning Notes

Because I was poor and had no servants
I rang the bell and called for my dead brother
Do you know how that is?

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Now of course it’s not true, it’s the soul…

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Yes we are helplessly strange, it’s the soul…

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Alright, alright, alright, stop it…
It’s the soul…

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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