Burton L. Carlson
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Burton L. Carlson
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Apart

I am not a communal person.
I do not share food,
eat only what I have ordered.

I have few friends,
only people I know I can trust.
My sin is pride,
or so I often am told.

When my few friends are gone,
I'll shall be alone.
I still will have my dog.
We cannot last long.

AgingSpiderWeb ConnectionsAugust 31, 2016
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