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10/03/08 - (3)
Intentions
This Friday night, In the city of my birth (Which I intended to desert, on going off to college, And indeed did, after my third graduation, When I moved to the country,
Only to find myself back here, in St. Louis, Some twenty-odd years later, Doomed to surrender the salvation beyond civilization, Shackled, again, to the liabilities of societal clutter), I wish I weren't here, in this crowd-loud restaurant,
Rather sitting on the deck of the Lawn Beach Inn, Eating dinner, overlooking Lake Nebagamon Blessed with another sixty-degree September sunset, Intending to spend the rest of my days Indentured to the serenity of nature's private silences.
10/03/08 - (3)
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