IMMEDIATE BOYFRIEND
She was a painted lassie and I wished to be her
friend. I stipulated by starlight how I wished to
intend and enter my way in through her heart.
Razor-sharp, that rapier's edge, she cut me deep.
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Now, a hundred and thirty years later, I'm still
painting the barn, she's still tending the sheep.
Not much has changed - the land has grown
busy, but we manage to ignore all that. New fences,
new noises, annoying people now in new streets.
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What did I ever care for any of that? They invented
the motorized plow, it took me forty years to get one.
My team of tired horses was fine by me.
My team of tired horses worked well.
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