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the first 57 are the roughest on the occasion of my son's wolfish dog chewing my books from college, stirring memories of now and then
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i want to go home |
go |
a home to go to |
away |
wayward bound, western found |
leave me |
sing sanguine thoughts of loss |
find the future |
between pages of aging books |
the dog reads |
eating away at what was once known |
voraciously |
leaving remnants and returns of southern sails |
licking |
sometimes the teeth show through the smile |
horsely |
i’m told you live longer if you skip |
glue |
skip lunch, exercise mores |
yes |
try to make the best |
arise |
glib situations |
win |
now this is it |
good luck |
yes good luck |
Copyright 2006 Fred Laughter
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