by Lee Stern
These are the places that I’ve been to.
And that I’m so anxious to tell you about.
I’d like you to give me some of your free time
so I can do that.
And some of the places had different kinds of lumber in it.
And other places didn’t have any lumber at all.
And keeping track of which place was which was the hardest part of all.
I tried to keep notes about it.
Because I thought that was the best way to keep things straight.
But I got tired of the notes.
And decided to commit it to my memory.
And now I can tell you that one place was just like every other place.
There would be fractions on the ground.
And birds of quality stepping onto the wayward brims of their hats.
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