Dear Stan
Dear Stan,
I'm sorry to call you
Steve, Sam and silly.
I know you don't love
me like you love money,
work or even peanut
butter and jelly with pickles.
Stan, your mother phoned.
I told her nobody by that
name lives here. I thought
I lived with you, Steve;
forgot all about Stan and Sam.
When war is
forgotten and you remember
me, I'll name you magnificent,
marvelous, my prince of peace.
In the meantime, I wish I could
just say Stan
and keep you in mind.
Yours truly, Marilyn, Mary or Marla Ryfkah 8/31/03
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