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Mar 2014
words flow from the spigot of my mind
as they empty into the drain
only the residue remains
before they dry up, I'll pen these
thoughts of you
in a hurry state I'll rearange them
making the perfect sentence
then rearange them again
making another perfect sentence
but as the last word evaporates
around the drain, I realize that
the only perfect sentence is
I LOVE YOU
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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