In the late night listening from bed
I have joined the ambulance or the patrol
screaming toward some drama, the kind of end
that Berky must have some day, if she isn't dead.
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Windiest nights, Berky, I have thought for you,
and no matter how lucky I've been I've touched wood.
There are things not solved in our town though tomorrow came:
there are things time passing can never make come true. A fine poem. tony
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Windiest nights, Berky, I have thought for you, and no matter how lucky I've been I've touched wood. There are things not solved in our town though tomorrow came: there are things time passing can never make come true. A fine poem. tony