To Aid An_ Cage
2008-09-23 - 3:14 p.m.
Elaine
Plain-cooked pasta and Parmesan,
Our four forks chatting on hard supper plates,
I never minded soft rock with our no-sauce meals,
Your breath �like voice� sighing through your nose, telling:
So sad; so far away�
What more do you need me to say?
This is an update. I'm still not through with it.
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