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Hitherto, the Unknown by Jesse Printer Friendly

Lord, I miss your wily antics.

Your willful, sad repose

and indomitable hatred of man -

well, it really ticks me off


pardon my sanskrit


But I remember your smile

the way it spurred the sun to run

across a barren sky

and dawn a new and timeless world


but that was then, long ago


Since, your humor's peregrine-

I'm worried in this drought.

Perhaps something to lift your spirit

a woman...or man? Some chianti?


...


Your love is like light

it's on and then off again

with a finger's slight persuasion-

My hands ache from the commoving.


Maybe we should just be friends.


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