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This is just to say that I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox. and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold. taken. critter. punishing. was. being bad. cage. it was sad. lonely. playful.
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This is just to say that I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold taken critter punishing was being bad cage it was sad lonely playful
This is just to say that I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold read words doubt book don’t Judge me I’m so far away imperfect imperfect
This is just to say that I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold taken life wanting was to last forever your hands I was driving so drunk she was and now
Excepting the diner on the outskirts the town of Ladora At 3 a.m. Was dark but for my headlights and up and in One second-story room A single light
Where someone was sick or perhaps reading as I drove past at seventy not thinking This poem is for whoever had the light on
Excepting the diner on the outskirts the town of Ladora At 3 a.m. Was dark but for my headlights and up and in One second-story room A single light that is was still a tie scoreboard team of kids the ballpark sad when out Of the ballpark hit
Where someone was sick or perhaps reading as I drove past at seventy not thinking This poem is for whoever had the light on by with skill or luck then ran home plate rejoicing hit the the winning run
Excepting the diner on the outskirts the town of Ladora At 3 a.m. Was dark but for my headlights and up and in One second-story room A single light blind in woods Hulbert still movement down at the bait pile where a deer gave snort
Where someone was sick or perhaps reading as I drove past at seventy not thinking This poem is for whoever had the light on eating smelling walked past ends up eating my venison steaks