A group of clouds that look like a Irish setter
and then don't
Five or six pieces of candy left in a glove compartment (most of which are fresh 'n tasty)
A cold front that passes across the sky left to right
blue to the left with grayness moving off stage
A sweater and a set of gloves that fit her because they don't (too big-and-frayed)

A morning that becomes an afternoon without notice because my watch is under the bills and we have the clocks facing away from us

You speaking right down to my heart with only a couple of words and three fingers on my forehead

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