We’ll come home soon.
Apples are sweet there, and I don’t forget things as easy.
I wash the dishes. I fold laundry. I read the newspaper.
I remember what it was like when I was small.
I make sure the dry cleaning came in,
buy lemons and beer and dill and pork chops for dinner.
This is what I imagine something like the truth that will be.
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