Get the old man some water.

April 8, 2012

I wish I’d known what I was doing. 40 years gone by. And I can’t get it out of my mind. I must have been such a disappointment. What were we doing. Things coming out of our mouths. I stood at the edge of the cloud. Waiting for the sun to come out. But you’d been burned one too many times. Which is the defense all virgins give. And decades later. I was walking through Eaton’s. When I smelled your perfume. And almost swooned. Someone cried. Get the old man some water.

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