Life on Mars
I of course recognize that my father never visited Mars, was not an astronaut, a pilot,
I of course recognize that my father never visited Mars, was not an astronaut, a pilot,
Every morning, Sean’s lunch cooler and coffee thermos sat, waiting for him on the linoleum kitchen
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Torn and brittle, Bruised and used, Mistreated and misunderstood, A rose ever so delicate, Needs patience
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In search of strangeness I slow walk uphillpines, birch, maple, ash, August companionsold wooden basket on