Updated: Jan 26, 2019

i'm flying in the morning it's even colder in chicago

and if the plane crashes because i wrote this

then i died smiling

and when someone a loved one i hope or a rival

boxes up my library they'll say 'he read the same books over and over'

but it's not true why just this winter i added four volumes

and yes many of the works in my pencil collection were acquired a generation ago

but on tuesday i  found a bright yellow one, cylinder body light pink eraser used but once if i'm not mistaken

yet none compare with the pink hexagonal embossed in gold "Nathan's 1st Birthday"

'the only son he ever had.'

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