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Monday, August 23, 2010

Out There


is the answer to all my dreams. I hie
her hem, and we start off. We ride
the bony pony all the way to town.

In the metro, it was done, for good.

We slept beside a pond, but when I
awakened, she was gone. In the dark
dripping glade, there was only me.

I found a well-stocked cabin nearby
and settled down to wait for conditions
to change. They never do.


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