After their morning ablutions
of the kids when they were small
I usually went to their bus stop
and met some of my neighbors.
We had our "risqué" elocution
in the townhouses of urban sprawl
our confessions were nonstop
we were the gang of true sabers.
What I had missed of pure acumen
I met again near the shopping mall
an absent missed American hop
that was my today's savior.
How can I start to draw conclusion
of the friendship - with an apostle Paul
it was a ticking bomb pop
of reminiscent crazy behavior.
(to Jimmie)
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