NeighborsA Poem by Floundering AboutOne might every moment know one will die, but one gets bored. Might two forget? Knowing and Forgetting are not so far in fact I visited their flat yesterday. Or was that two days ago? Anyway one works in a library filing books most of the day. The other leads sky diving flights. I can’t remember which is which. I only just met them. © 2010 Floundering About |
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Added on November 13, 2010 Last Updated on November 13, 2010 Author
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