what flavor am i?
and what's it really matter
till the whistle blows?
feeling shriveled up
and all of my all is scorched.
please get on with it?
providential heat--
this week's way too steep for me.
let's just pour me out.
I was so moved by this poem! way to get right to the heart of it.
thank you so much!
james micah
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