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.I.
If I had the time
I think I’d walk a little more,
strap on those sneakers sitting dusty on my floor.
I’d walk around the Parliament
and look inside the gates,
or maybe not; I’ve never been outside the States.
And when I’m at the Parliament
I’d meet a handsome man
with russet hair and eyes that ask “talk, if you can?”
We’d walk and chat into a pub,
one off the daily grind;
greasy ale aside, he’d cheekily blow my mind.
.II.
If I had the time
I think I’d read the classics,
wipe off my dirty mind and not be so drastic.
Each cover, face-to-face,
I’d read the scriptures of each place
and start a storybook club, then join the lambastes.
And when I’m at a library,
I know my mind would drift
onto that russet man, so my attention dips.
Then it would come in clarity,
my trailing dumb-luck find.
If I move fast enough, then it’s nobody’s crime.
When I’d had the time
I wish that I’d spent it with you,
though you’d never keep my stories out from review.
Well, I’ve got empty pockets,
and that man’s not real, too.
You never liked the ballads so I’ll change the tune.
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Also, while I was writing this, I kept using russet a lot, in everything. Apparently my brain had just remembered the word, and wanted to use it for just everything.