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It’s time for more flashback poetry, which has been interesting for me anyway. I don’t remember writing this poem at all. I know that I wrote it while I lived in Columbus with Rick Truske. We worked at Lazarus together. I think we were bitter about working on Valentine’s Day. Or we were just bitter period.
Once a Year Love
Lazarus has got love,
But we don’t – not tonight.
Poor Souls.
Holley & Rick have no love.
They’re working tonight
It sucks for the poor luxurious souls
And time goes so slow
When you know
the customers
won’t buy love
for another year.
