a cloudy, drizzly morning in amsterdam
the scent of rayne and pot finding my noze
the crisp, fresh, lucid new day beginning
bæutiphul naked neighbor in her backyard
and i'm remembering the dream i just had
and changing the colourz of my desktop
to a foggy scene, somewhere in england
living in a world of abraxis and my gemma
with this little poem below my second moon
i look forward to starting a day like this soon
becauze when this happenz, i'll know i'm home
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