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What does it mean
that his first friend
was an imaginary friend?

How did that fact shape his world
and frame mine too?
Lives inside ones head
Making the sub corp,
Guppy Class, easy duty

Slow to share feelings
as was his generation
A meticulous man
using hands and spatial geometry
with ease, to create and fix

An organized shop, with pegboard to match
Night classes and juggling bills
on white lined pads and Ticonderoga #3

Strange to reflect, as time marches on
of the lessons, meaning, consequences
That his first friend
Was inside his head.

8/8/04 11:27

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