It's hard to tell
How many times
We work on this
Getting-it shit
I don't get it
Do you?
Leaves will whither down
Before it comes to me
Or you, for that matter
Understand that things mean this---
Or that, for that matter
It matters no more
Too many spaces to fill
Words to read
Roles to play
Let it be your own
But-
Only if you want, you wish
There needs to be nothing
- I wrote this on 4/28/93 in one of my sketch books.
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