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I love the Sunday stream.

Posted to Utterances




I have my own version of Sunday.
I can open my window now and, hear the
tires rasp against
the wet, Spring, streets.
When it snowed, these same tires were
totally silent, almost covert.

I am continually stunned by the competence
and artistic ability of this group of
'beats'.
I would take your bullet to keep your
words moving. Keep 'on'.



I love the Sunday stream.

Posted to Utterances




I have my own version of Sunday.
I can open my window now and, hear the
tires rasp against
the wet, Spring, streets.
When it snowed, these same tires were
totally silent, almost covert.

I am continually stunned by the competence
and artistic ability of this group of
'beats'.
I would take your bullet to keep your
words moving. Keep 'on'.