Years ago...
Morgantown offered assuage
after numerous hours askew...
stranded...
outside (my) felicity's purview -
that familiar... happy zone?
I'll find that friendly
philip-anthropist,
again... someday?
When/if i do
and the power is dispensed -
and portions availed...
I'll buy him a carton of cigarettes...
he smoked
._.dg
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