Nobody's creekbed

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Wednesday, September 05, 2007

The First Time

He had a feeling that night,
Alone on his brown couch,
Life had permanently changed.


The body knew,
But the mind revolted.

((internal combustion))

And all at once he knew how to tell lie.
He was almost a man.

It would get easier but not easier.