Friday

Old and young.

What would the old man do with a guitar? What would the young boy do with the sun? Would the old man go very far? Would the young boy have much fun? What has the old man done with a lie? Why did the young boy get so high? The old man got the meal of a deal. The young boy got the feel of steel. As they run. The old man, cold and hungry again. The young boy soothed his burns. The guitar has come and went. The sun begins its descent, but leaves a warmth, remembered intense as they slept.

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