Friday, April 26, 2013

You have exceeded . . .








expectations



wildest
dreams





common sense


personal safety                                                                               





the limits
of propriety


the boundaries
of good taste





the balance
of your account


your
available funds





the time . . .


the speed . . .





your word
. . .


                      limit





your ch


               ar


                    a


                        c


                       t


                          e


                      r


                       count





our patience,

dear poet.









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