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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Poem 182: Connection

It must have been a bad connection
last time we talked.
I couldn't really hear your words
or I misunderstood.
In fact I don't remember much
not one spoken thought.
Perhaps I need a tape recorder to recall
the nothing that was said
without one word at all.

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