I love books that have no end,
truth that is hard to bend,
letters I forgot to send,
and reading them again,
unmade beds that invite,
stories I need to write,
eating ice cream with contrite,
knowing wrong is sometimes right,
I love grass that needs mowed,
a garden that feeds my soul,
boots that kick my toes,
boats I never row,
bridges that go nowhere,
the triple...
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