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Curtains
Curtains
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I ask: Who opens and closes their own curtain of life with absolute peace of mind? My curtains may be closed for a few days, As I write a sad sonnet. One that tells of a bird with a spatula for a left wing. Next week my curtain may be open at dawn. Whipping out my spatula to make French crepes. To welcome the police that I am about to call. My pills ran out. It's my sonnet. It's my spatula. You don't see me burning down your curtains because I can't deal with your mood. Create your own peace, s…
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  • ISBN-10: 1665523271
  • ISBN-13: 9781665523271
  • Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 1.1 cm, softcover
  • Language: English
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I ask: Who opens and closes their own curtain of life with absolute peace of mind? My curtains may be closed for a few days, As I write a sad sonnet. One that tells of a bird with a spatula for a left wing. Next week my curtain may be open at dawn. Whipping out my spatula to make French crepes. To welcome the police that I am about to call. My pills ran out. It's my sonnet. It's my spatula. You don't see me burning down your curtains because I can't deal with your mood. Create your own peace, sew your own curtain of style, and take your own pill. Ahh, Jessica, you twitchy rascal. It has been a pleasure. CHAU!

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  • Author: Jessica Estevao
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  • ISBN-10: 1665523271
  • ISBN-13: 9781665523271
  • Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 1.1 cm, softcover
  • Language: English English

I ask: Who opens and closes their own curtain of life with absolute peace of mind? My curtains may be closed for a few days, As I write a sad sonnet. One that tells of a bird with a spatula for a left wing. Next week my curtain may be open at dawn. Whipping out my spatula to make French crepes. To welcome the police that I am about to call. My pills ran out. It's my sonnet. It's my spatula. You don't see me burning down your curtains because I can't deal with your mood. Create your own peace, sew your own curtain of style, and take your own pill. Ahh, Jessica, you twitchy rascal. It has been a pleasure. CHAU!

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