MY LAST PANE OF GLASS
Before leaving town let me please say
this much: My outward composure is
gone and my doctor says now get a
move on. There are hills and valleys
galore that are better than this. I can
rim running waters more cheaply, and
wind a gas hose through my own trees.
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Light up the sky with imbroglios of
new ideas. Make methods of madness
and be a star on my own. Paintbrush
and wagon, ladder and stars. I'm now
catching the next train out. It may not
be tomorrow, but I'm done here.
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