Thursday, September 8, 2016

8621. VERY LITTLE

VERY LITTLE
My friend is lost in that meadow.
I just let it go, realizing we have very
little, really, in common. The old is
the old, and the old goes together.
I'm young, by any of those standards.
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Here, take this notebook and pencil,
and write me something good; bring it
back in five days, solid, so I can see.

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