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May 2013
There is no road,
though Frost told us so
and it is cold tonight and
I have no place to go.

Home is but a ride away,
cigaretteโ€™s are in the ashtray, dried,
and I do not smoke them each day
not since my last try.

My bed is clean; white and tidy,
thatโ€™s the third time since Friday, Iโ€™ve planned
ahead this week but not taken it lightly,
theyโ€™ve left me lonesome and unmanned.
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Tim Knight
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Tim Knight  Cambridge
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