Poem: Folk-Us
sometimes I think about you (ok, I admit it; I always do)
but often, as I am thinking about you, I stop to consider
myself. Then start to wonder if you do too. What I mean is
I know that you think about yourself (well, it’d just be plain
rude to not). Then I wonder when or whether you think
about me. Or did you remember to forget?
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