John McLister

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Search Engine

Some days, not all, for a moment,
I dwell on you.


I wonder where you went
if there were remains of me.


I’ve punched us into
a powerful search engine.


It recovered you and me at school
you smile, I look elsewhere.


Once, up north, I checked out a phonebook
but couldn’t recall the letters of your name.


I cannot locate you.
Please don’t think too hard.


You would know by now,
boys find things slow.

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