Forgive Me for not Having Had You Over
Except for the fact that you took the lovely
Field which was beside our house, and dug
Up the grass, and cut down the trees, and then
Built a house which is gravely unsightly,
And never quite finished, so I'm always
Hearing the sounds of buzzing saws
And scrapping shovels, nail guns
And tractors and Mexican music, I don't
Object to you being my neighbors. You're
Fine. Like a toothache, you're fine.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2022-08-02 at 22:14




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