I found your aluminum parachute.
You weren't nearby, thank goodness.
I still have your wood carving
of a chainsaw. Cute.
(Using a tractor) , I ran across
a photo of you and me.
I don't miss you but I still talk
about you to people, mentioning
your hammer-toe and other
minor flaws. Ah, you and I,
back then. In fact, those
weren't the days, my friend.
hans ostrom 2013
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