Headed out to look at apartments. I have to move (again) ::sigh::
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Yesterdays [no. 2]
They spoke to me in words always clear,
offering those timeless personal messages.
Clichés back-to-back,
a thousand punch lines thrown together,
like beads of wisdom, requiring no reply
needing no answers.
Why was it I could never thank them
in their own tongue?
They came barging into my head
whenever it pleased them
but I could return their visits
only by an invitation
that never arrived.
-- Edward Yemíl Rosario
offering those timeless personal messages.
Clichés back-to-back,
a thousand punch lines thrown together,
like beads of wisdom, requiring no reply
needing no answers.
Why was it I could never thank them
in their own tongue?
They came barging into my head
whenever it pleased them
but I could return their visits
only by an invitation
that never arrived.
-- Edward Yemíl Rosario
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