CUTTING UP THAT CROP
Nobody knows
what a nice
day it
is except me.
I came back
to see you
while
you were away.
You have
spoken well,
if that’s what you feel.
We’ll make no
more arrangements.
We carry on regardless,
anyway.
I didn’t learn
my lesson,
and you
didn’t learn the truth
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