You think
The hang dog, puppy dog catalogue of looks
Miss their mark.
And you hope
Carnations, cool home crafted compilations
Light a spark
And you believe
Despatched bugs and repointed spark plugs
Make me debtor
And you feel
That you owe it to us both to write it, send it:
That letter.
I think, I hope, I believe, I feel
They don’t, they can’t, they won’t - it’s not real
Stop shuttering your eyes with that Vaseline lens
A wiped slate clean view finds me and you friends.
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