Picture
I took your picture with rods and cones
an image burned into my mind
to come back to when I'm alone
a memory saved for all of time
I saved your picture behind glass
surrounded by precious woods
painted to look like polished brass
and as realistic as painted canned goods
I burned your picture from my mind
but it was too late. It reached my heart
I think I'd rather choose to be blind
but I thought about it again and that would not be smart
I dunno. I'd tried rhyming more today. I don't think I shine in that area. It was a good olympic night for Canada today. Medals upon medals. Aside... short track speed skating is such a stupid sport. So much luck involved and judgments that can be debated. Peace out.
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