Boyfriends

June 26, 2011
By , Muskego, WI
They come and go like the leaves of a willow,
Never staying for too long.
Until one lone pine comes along,
One who sticks to it’s bark through summer and winter,
Spring and fall,
A repeated cycle,
Until the day it is chopped down.





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