Sentimental Sonnet
Something, something, something, she says.
Something was, was going on, was going on
there at that time around where we lived then.
There was the one where Divine picked up dog
poop around the corner from where we were
living then and ate it, fresh from the sidewalk
by the church around the corner from where
we lived, the one where Divine got himself, her-
self, rosaried right there, right there in church.
Something, something, something, she said,
was going on around that time, something
going on, right around the time we were alive.
There’s gotta be, gotta be someone who cares.
There’s gotta be someone, someone who cares.
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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