Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Not Even Done with Yesterday's Poem, I am Not Even Done with Today's

So strange you might say it is
to be always one week behind
so that I could ask you to tell
me what the next seven days
would be or even how I would
look those seven days later all
arranged in such a way that a
Wednesday would always be a
Wednesday and we were both
born on a Wednesday just one
for me that was one week after
toe one made exactly for you.

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