AS HERETOFORE ENDED
For me and for her, the sidewalks end
at the curb. I've always been the worrisome
sort; she never. Now it's all screwed up.
Every little moment drives me madly off,
and nothing ever seems to bother her.
Pollyanna wears a raincoat in the rain?
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God-damned almighty, how this ever
happened now, I never know. My fingernails
stay long even though the worry alone should
kill me and cut the fingers from my hands.
What good is all this goodness anyway?
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My ship is leaking. By mainmast gone.
the sails are wrecked. I know I'm going
down. It's not like no one ever told me
every story has a finish.
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