I gathered all scatters from my car
wash floorboards, tidy inside and out
i see some scrap notes lodge in corner
i read, read, so nice for me to ponder
i'm chuckling to remember you all along
every scribbles you're in it like song
I could throw these away, you have read
whatever came to my mind through my finger
i still carry neatly folded printing paper
to jot down whatever words came passing by
could be geese flapping their wings to sun
i wish you smile prettier; yes that one...
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