”You going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind*”
Tom Paxton
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the lyrics get caught in my throat,
of Tom’s guilty confessional,
so instead of voice emitted,
the letters and words
fall to the ground en-
capsulated in tears
multicolored,
the salt & &pepper
coloration of sad regret
for the multifold &
man-I-fold
mistakes
recalled in black & white graydations
of reflections of loves lost that yet haunt
and now honored, at last, 
 with their very own
words of
farewell

love , how can i teach you to love me ?
love can never be taught

A prologue
The dialog
Sleep like a log
Work like a dog
Look like a ***
Stuck in a bog
As thick as fog
Rich as eggnog
A wooden clog
The gear’s cog
Croak like a frog
Let’s go for a jog
Tastes like grog
Eat like a hog
It needs a flog
Something’s agog
Give it a slog
It smells like smog
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A monologue
The epilogue
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