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I Am on My Way to Oklahoma to Bury the Man I Nearly Left My Husband For Your name doesn't matter. I loved you. We loved. The years I waited by the river for your pickup truck to find me. Footprints scattered in the yellow sand. Husband, mother in law, kids wondering where I'd gone. You wouldn't the years I begged. Would the years I wouldn't. Only one of us had sense at a time. I won't see you again. I guess life presents you choices and you choose. Smarter over the years. Oh smarter. The sensible thing smarting over the years, the sensible thing to excess, I guess. My life deed I have done to artistic extreme I drag you with me. Must wake early. Ride north tomorrow. Send you off. Are you fine? I think of you often, friend, and fondly. |
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