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What was in your pockets today? Gum, chapstick, the one ring to rule them all, loose change, or…
Oh, I didn’t know it was pocket poem day!
If I knew I would have put this one in my pocket which I love and is quite appropriate:
Pocket Poem by Ted Kooser
If this comes creased and creased again and soiled
as if I’d opened it a thousand times
to see if what I’d written here was right,
it’s all because I looked too long for you
to put in your pocket. Midnight says
the little gifts of loneliness come wrapped
by nervous fingers. What I wanted this
to say was that I want to be so close
that when you find it, it is warm from me.
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