my trash
is your treasure
catch what has fallen
from my nest
fly beneath the wires
and the telephone poles
bounce back
if you hit the wall
when you find Shangri-La
call me
reserve a table
for two
we can go Dutch
and order
the tiramisu
digest our dreams
and order
a second helping
of hope
to go
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