It Seems---
---we get to speak less and less to each other; or is it
just me with too much time on my hands. My day's plan
of picking berries, I knew would get rained out; so wait
for tomorrow. Then the next day back to work; making
me wonder which is the nightmare and which the
dream?
(This could simply be a poem)
MAGICALLY
it seems
we get
to speak
less and
less to each
other
or is it
just me
with too
much time
on my hands
my day's plan
of picking berries
i knew would
get rained out
so wait for
tomorrow
then
the next day
back to work
making me
wonder
which
is
the
nightmare
and which
the dream
this could
simply be
a poem
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