Bad Trouble Poem by William Deutscher

Bad Trouble

Down the way
We've got bad trouble for two
Dreaming fast
In Sunday blue.

Every day
We sought some old memory.
Spyglass girl,
Impossible now to see.

Now play the angles,
Matter and thought.
Perfection under glass,
But all for nought.

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