tiny poems
by scott hess
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
YOUR FRIEND GOD
imagine your friend god
threw a great big party,
plenty
of food, wine, folks --
and everything
running out.
what
did you expect?
"you don't have to
go home
but you can't stay
here..."
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