I’m cleaning out my shi’, lightening the load before I move my stuff into storage. (Until late June when I return from Europe, find a new place to live and retrieve it.)
So I’m looking at all my old papers, etc. and I find a little yellow pad from Staples. It has written on the binding “Poetry Pad”. And the pages have poems on them. That I wrote. Sometime late April 1998, when I fell in love the first time.
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