3496. HANGING BY THE JIMRO TREE

HANGING BY 

THE JIMRO TREE

I might have wished to dodge you, I may

have tried to run. But, over there, near

where the carport sits, there wasn't really

any place to hide. So many olives on the

olive tree. No Jesus ever withered that one.

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I caught my fishing line on an overhead

wire. How weird was that? Someone from

the local paper, after being called, actually

ran over to photograph my predicament.

'Photograph this!' I exclaimed as he left.

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The harlot of Cambamber County, the one

with the yellow hair, she was just here. I

paid her five dollars to listen to my story

and just let me touch. It was a rough outing,

I agree, but I managed to stay within bounds.

Sometimes, often, girls just drive me crazy.

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So many things cannot be helped, so why

then do we bother? I climbed to seventy stairs

at the memorial, and what did it get me?

Nothing much, just another view of an oily,

stinking harbor, and a bunch of cars seen

waiting in line, all needlessly running at idle.

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I cannot ever seem to figure things out.