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Sep 2013
I sat and visited for a long hour today.
I sat and talked for a while.
I was all alone save for you,
My dearest of dear friends.

I haven’t seen another soul,
Save for you,
In, well, I can’t recall how long.

And I can’t say I’m too saddened.

There’s blood stains on the walls
Simply because you asked for it.
Though they've longed turned brown.

You've been walking through the halls,
Now.
I do hope you're happy.

Business formal
With Ticks in the collar

The people that came here,
I still hear the hollers.

The house is empty,
Save for you.
The house is empty.
The house is empty.
Save for you.

You're my inheritance,
From my long dead father,
My dearest of dear friends.
The deer head and the
body of a businessman.
I'm thinking there'll be one more. What say you?
M Clement
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M Clement  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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