RHINO
The rhinoceros, of course,
ends with us not knowing
where the nose goes
while elsewhere a rose
goes on smelling sweet
without its name. (Would
we were the same.) The
'the' in 'there' might as
well be a 'duh' (almost
is, truth to tell). Hope
you're half as swell
as you often seem to
be in this dream I keep
having about the two of us.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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