Saturday, September 26, 2015

My Darling Daring

What is here shines larger than my life.
Without a home.  Things are for yesterday.

In between roads I rest.
On yet another road!

We are one country one town.
Trees look far away.  Faces.

She was so upset about the dollar.
We looked for her face but it was nowhere.

I spent it on nothing but a newspaper.
Will we be friends again tomorrow.

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