Mr. Hayte Poem by Charles Dawes

Mr. Hayte



this morning I awoke to see mr. hayte
standing over me.
he said, 'son,
your much too old to be speaking
to imaginary people.'
I looked up and replied,
'yessir, but your my only friend.'

Saturday, February 13, 2010
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