It
is not my duty to explain the world to you.
My
mistakes will not end all the goodnesses
which
bear fruit. Cloud formations take shape
and
you see hope for the future. I have lived
much
of my life beneath the ground. You re-
spond
to Frost; I have a tough time making
my
stanzas rhyme. It is right that we set aside
our
differences and move on. Let's put an end
to
all this madness. I have the need for uncon-
ditional
love. I hug my dog in the morning
before
deciding to go on. A wagging tail tells
me
it’s worth it. Someone is knocking at the
door.
Today, I will ignore all warnings. I have
been
lied to so many times before.
Chris
Hanch 8-1-17
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