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POEM: Tyrone

Big Chicken - Marietta, USA

Tyrone

We were in Marietta, Georgia
(on that side of the big chicken)
when she told me her dream
about Tyrone. It was then I realized
that after two first names, two
middle names and three last names,
I’d chosen the wrong one.

26 December 2012
Auburn AL

/ / /

This was supposed to be a funny poem based on a conversation I had earlier today. But, largely because of its source, it ended up being a love poem. Ah well.

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