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.”
“Hi, my Kris.”
“How are you? How’s your health?”
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.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Good-bye.
cko
11/24/08
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