BLOTTING PAPER
The shade of the sycamore and
and the wail of the willow. You
don't see that much anymore, or
hear. Like blotting paper, it's all
gone. Now we have blank tickets,
already punched, that tell us where
to go and where to get off; what
we can say and what we cannot.
Merit badges used to be given out
for less. Now, it's all just a smirk.
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