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Lake Naomi, Pa.

Jan. 1971

The deer don't come anymore

It's lonely here now,

with only the crackling of the fireplace

and the presence of your memory

to keep me company,

even the deer don't come anymore,

the winter snow has driven them

deeper into the woods,

and now my memories of you

only tend to make me lonelier.

God! I wish I hadn't killed the mice,

I could have used their company.