Blots and spills

4.29.2009

Poem

In the town with no center, in the town with no center.
I can't drive to the theater on main street, I can't find your house.
You'll stop for directions, but who could ever know?
Is it next to the dinner? Is it off past the farms?
In the town with no center, in the town with no center.

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