i once had a friend named tom,
he would sit on a porch all the day long:
strumming a guitar with his fingers.
i once had a friend named fatty,
he would skate the streets all the day long:
kicking the dirt with his sneakers.
when the sun starts to set,
my mind wanders to suspect:
the wheels are at rest on the lawn.
1.7.09
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