The Forty-Fifth Paradox
Monday, November 22, 2010
Wishing well and not so well
Once I wished you were gone,
So I could write.
And now you are gone
And the floors echo
where your feet once fell,
Slow and groaning
"You got your wish.
You got your wish."
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