Underlying sour salutations, inquisitions
I am forced to figure, forced to swoon my docile brain cells into action
why your message has such inclinations, i do not know but i am certain
and yet quite confused---
so yes i am unsure, i am feeble and weakening with every word
but it is you who taxes me so, so feel at ease, young neurons
these feelings won't last long.
But
I am sure of Cow's milk, and then some.
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Hey! We ran into each other some months ago at the Balance Health Center. I was the long-haired reporter waiting for Kate. I stumbled upon your blog. Lovely poetry and wonderful photographs! Please keep updating it. :) -Chris (http://cschwartz.info)
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