Friday, September 24, 2010

Dear Franklin,

I wonder what you see..
your eyes are clear now.
they were horrible before.
your body is new,
the other one was all beat up.
It lacks here.
Your smile is probably wider.
You probably never stop singing.

I hate wondering.

I break down sometimes.
Its always in inconvenient times.

The leaves are about to change..
along with everything else that has.

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