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Days
2006-12-01

oil,
oil and dust,
gas, oil, and dust,
math, gas, oil and dust.

money,
strong green smell,
a breeze filling the room,
papers are flying,

out of control they fly,
but papers don?t matter,
only the lcd, the hard drive,
must keep the laptop.

long hours, short days,
longer nights,
no longer oil,
no longer dust.

but the sweet honey,
the succulent taste,
the awesome game,
of beer pong.

The time disappears,
a new smell comes,
this time,
rich, strong beer

sweet kisses,
gentle hips,
the night turns,
changes to romance.

we all know what,
happens in the next
few hours of early,
bright morning light.

and the day changes,
time changes,
the smell changes,
and now is sweet.
but oil,
oil and dust,
gas, oil, and dust
math, gas, oil, and dust,

it all comes back,
fills the room again,
it never really leaves,
just changes smells.

James O. Stewart