A random poem.
Sorry I can’t be who you thought I was
I won’t say who you wanted
Because I don’t know
And that’s the whole problem
Yellow ranch house and telephone wires
Crumbling stairs
And an ancient car
I just can’t understand it
Cryptic blossoms, less than one percent
Cyber distance I still remember
Perplexed
Because I have a cherry tree
With blossoms
But no cherries.
Who the Hell Knows? 
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