- Sifting through your
too-big pockets, which
never did fit your hands
like mine did.
There are twelve pennies
which is too many for
anyone to carry.
I never did like change.
- A single thread holds
the worn-down
heart-strings together
then,
he hangs up.
- A rush and song of water
leads
us
down
to the trees.
- I joke a lot,
I know.
I just don't want
to cry.
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