there were different excuses
for not seeing
one another.
my horse is in the shop.
he needs new
shoes.
or i got my hand caught
in the butter churn,
and i lost a few fingers.
i need to plow the lower
forty come sunrise,
and my cow has a cough.
the chickens have all flew
the coop.
the bridge is out.
a storm's a coming.
there's a little war going
on, the blue and the grey,
perhaps you've heard about it.
my trousers are torn
and i'm out of a proper
needle and thread
to mend them.
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