When I leave you Or you leave me Depending on who waved last I try to go shopping Suspecting commerce might Allay the gentle loss Which is no slight Just sleight of handsome sailor Yet often I discover that I am quite spent My thriftless soul unable To delight in trinkets Wandering in and out… Continue reading Sometimes
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