I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
In fact, I'm so sorry that I don't even recall what I am sorry for anymore.
..........
I wish people weren't so mean-spirited. More importantly, I wish it didn't rub off on me.
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i love you.
period.
and you leave me here hanging like the wife of an army rat. seven tours and he just went back.
but this love itself could turn the stones that built the bridge from alden to buffalo.
and then i in turn will swim through the moat that you may have created to keep me at home.
i love you.
period.
I love you.
Commas and multiple periods and even some semi-colons.
My arm, rat. Jetting from Alden to Buffalo and back.
I'd love to cage you, but your skull fits that army hat.
Phillycheesesteak, my rhymes are nowhere near as good as yours. But I miss you. And maybe your company can influence some prose that is worthy of your eyeballs.
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