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Canes
I hope the hell
I’ll never need one
But should I ever
There is no way
I’ll use one of those
Fucking adjustable
Aluminum canes,
You know the ones
That go clink, clink
Every time they
Touch
down,
Reminds me of
The cheap tampers
Manufactures include
With ten thousand dollar
Espresso machines,
John stopped by
He loved the view
Will bring his sketch
Pad next time,
Somehow that reminded
Me of you and I was
Deep into green sparkler
Thoughts when the damned
Clink, clink screwed with
My imagination .
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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