Aftermath
I bless my old friend,
fifty-five today, not seen
in thirty years, not heard
from in twelve, whose
teenage exuberance was
totalled, demolished,
after he had to take his
girlfriend to the clinic.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-03-12 at 02:03
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