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Older Too many times, too many times,
This tire and the spoon refuse to rhyme.
Why must pavement roll behind my ears,
Where distraction is most distasteful?
As I wander in lands unknown, I think
Of such superficial matters as love.
It’s amazing how much one discounts
A great thing when it is flaunted by others.
But this is nature.
