day two

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day 2

today, is but the second day

i saw the boy

sitting under the tree

his hair in a mop

on the top of his head,

hiding his face

i sat on the bench today,

away from the boy

who sat under the tree

he writes ferociously

in his leather bound notebook

oh how i'd kill to see

what he's writing, desperately

dear boy,

who sits under the tree

will you please show me?

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