Poem.
A little boy climbs a tree,
A dying man falls to his knees,
A tear falls to the floor
Because I want him more;
These feelings go on and on
From dusk til dawn,
Then I wake up
And can’t find my coffee cup,
I smoke a cigarette
Thought about the first time we met,
Ashes fall to the floor
I want him even more.
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