Havre, MT
Sometimes a poem wanders away from its intent
and becomes a problem for the author
who must decide if keeping it around like a pair of
worn but comfortable old shoes is the right thing to do.
So I have rewritten this poem to make it more to
my liking and sent the other version on a long trip to
a place you don't want to hear about; I am finished
and now the poem is much better, don't you agree?
TS
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