Dee,
No more wrecks! Thanks bud. You guys have made me feel better too, enough for a wistful smile and a surrender to fate as the inevitable entropy of my life, and my friend's, moves inexorably forward.
I wrote this in a time like this, when I was 17 and we were an item:
Mellow gold air conditioning hummmmmmmm,
Love be warm to my modern chill,
I need a thrill . . . .
Or time will kill . . .
Me.
If I don’t wind my watch, will you cry when it stops?
I’m
Only
Just
Beginning
To
End
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