#212 elmira
b'i was twenty three between\\nbinghamton and elmira and\\nthis time it was horses far into\\ngreen pennsylvania horses\\n\\nby the time i hit elmira it was\\nalready too late i knew what it\\nall meant the yew tree and the\\ngetting there amnesiac of stings\\n\\nsomewhere between love and\\nspring holocaust and honey hung\\nin the balance and for ariel you\\nwere an unlikely peeled godiva\\n\\nby now elmira and me under the\\ndusty moon your thief of light and\\nall i could still see were horses far\\ninto green pennsylvania and i was\\n\\ncrying\\nin elmira\\nsylvia\\nsylvia\\n\\nbhagiti 11.18.07 perrysburg, oh'