2:12ish
Sat 12/20/08 at 11:49 pm2:12ish my time,
Every day he worked,
He would call
From the same Starbuck’s near his office.
“Hi, my John.â€
“Hi, my Kris.â€
“How are you? How’s your health?â€
And then a report of his night,
His day ‘til then.
“Well, I guess I better eat my protein bar
And go up the hill.â€
“I love you.â€
“I love you.â€
Good-bye.
cko
11/24/08
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