THE THINGS I
CAN'T REMEMBER
I make up. Well, maybe Mark Twain
said that - sounds about right. When
I was an undergraduate in your foolish
school I took the chair reserved for you
and never got scolded nor told what to do.
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All things were good like that. This wasn't
Iceland, mind you, but it felt pretty cold.
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There was once a pretty girl who stayed
near the window : that was good, for the
light played her face in the most lovely
of ways. I said, 'I like to meet you, once
we get old.' My thinking was 'not now.'
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All things were good like that. This wasn't
the Garden of Eden, but I felt pretty bold.
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