me
&
mY (FrIEND?) :
Y has such distant thought
always entertained such
this oh-so-distant lot?
the place was genial
when i was there,
but when i left
they jammed
the fish-lost
rivers with
three wet routes
that were wasted on
boats without hauls
to hail. i'll get
back to this lost fish
intendment...?
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