Sunday, March 31, 2019

Poem: "Good Will Hunting"

In this one, he don’t go out to L.A. 
In this one, he stays. 
In this one, the oyster has no pearl. 
In this one, he don’t see about a girl. 

He still says, “I don’t love you,” though,  
But drives not out of town
As the names begin to roll
And the sun goes down.

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