TO WHICH . . . to wonder

one

Once upon a time when young

and floundering...

no money job or

room

I met a man...

he was kind and good

and generous too

He asked nothing!

Really he didn't!

but the truth about him

I found out

somehow

It turned out

In him

I had a foggot friend!

Queer as a three dollar bill

With a maggot bend

in his psyche!

now when he knew that I

knew too...well...

he said he loved me true

he would not do for all the world

anything to offend or harm me...

Indeed!

he wanted me not unless I wanted him too...

My God! Such Audacity!

I had never heard...

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