In reviewing some of my poetry and writings from the past I discovered that crap written a long time ago doesn't improve with age. However and in my opinion, there were a few (very few) possible exceptions. Here is a poem written to Peggy a few months before our exciting elopement:
leave by the 810 seaboard rail.
oh, how i hate suffolk on these days
as the farmville local moves off into the morning haze.
i'm lost in this play,
cannot find the proper words to say.
suffer then my pitiful thoughts to pen,
while i shutter to convince myself
you're so much more then a lovely friend.
1968.
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