Burton L. Carlson
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Burton L. Carlson
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Hello/Goodbye

I think of myself as a blackbird.
I don't know why.

There are times, I guess, when goodbye
is the best word said.
There are times when hello is appropriate.

I lie in bed and whistle to myself
Bye Bye, Blackbird.

ExperienceSuzi PeelOctober 21, 2015
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