2/16/2015

I first realized, with a start,
the green bowery of knitted green turf
in May by the McCarter would
never return to me
in the winter, or maybe that's just how I felt.

The five kids sit and smoke,
and, in all honesty,
in groups I really find no comfort.

To me it is calling you scared before
and you saying you love me and will
be good.  

Guess the call didn't hold on though,
guess we're not all good now
I have 2 bars and
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