Mary Jane


No substitute
for an impression,
a good memory
with a strong
recollection,
hardened by
pardoned why
I'm sure I'll
never know.
Yes the spurious
conviction,
the meager truth
without admonition.
I'll try and what
a surprise,
though canst
thou surlily
entertain.
Amuse yourself
with words,
seconds and discords,
yet we all
feel strange.
What was her
name?

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