Remember that huge coat
you wore that day, walking out
in the pumpkin fields? You'd stuffed
one pocket with sweet, damp hay -
amazing how much one pocket
yields. 'Cause I kept saying "hey,"
most all of my life, and you'd
socked a supply just to whip
it out! To give me each time.
But I didn't say "hey."
I stopped saying hey
that day. Never mind.
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