Buried WordsA Poem by devonBeing with you Was synonymous to Finishing a good book: There was nothing I couldn’t do. I could speak French, Even some Portuguese. I could rattle off Latin In my sleep. Even if Senora Juarez warned me That I was failing Spanish III, I could have spoken perfect Sanskrit When I was with you. But the language is long dead. © 2013 devon |
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