Dean
By birksy
Here’s to Dean, He can spell his name, I’ll give him that, And he’s travelled to nearly every window, wall and bridge from home to work. You can’t fault his thoroughness, Perhaps if redirected, Dean would be an asset, instead of spray can painting all that does not move. I smile, for I wonder who he might really be, a politician, or the man sitting opposite me, or more likely, the guard who asks for my ticket, I stretch to read his name, and smile, again. Written September 7th, 2001 © on Sep 07 2001 02:24 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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