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Created on: August 08, 2009 Last Updated: August 09, 2009
The Message
Inbox is full, virtual junk
thirty today and still counting.
I long for something with meaning
for now, just junk mail is mounting.
I get replies; I get forwards;
I hope for something much better,
mail with my name in the To: line
From: Him, a private e-letter.
After much wading through garbage
I can only with grit declare,
His message is quite manifest,
alas, the letter is not there.
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Poetry: The letter
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It was common practise for the child.
She often
THE LETTER
Dear Retailer:
When I patronized
your establishment
I purchased three items,
heartbreak, sorrow,
by Memee
I begin the letter writing rapidly, worried that I will forget all the thoughts in my mind.
Glancing back over what
No one approaches the letter on the chair,
that came from a location we know not where.
What news lays inside we haven't
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