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True Postcards

I don’t really care if you got this.

I don’t wish you were here.

I’ve mostly been seeing stupid shit and eating crap food.

I found this dumb picture I sent you in a diner in North Dakota, and got a case of food poisoning for my trouble.

I can’t wait to get home.

Categories: Poetry
  1. May 7, 2010 at 5:26 am

    Haha. You just love to travel, don’t you?!?

    Great poem. I think this works well from beginning to end.

    Nice job!

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