i found my old enemy
living in a tree
i looked at him
and he looked at me
his watery eyeballs
swung in the breeze
his long white beard
hung down to his knees
i forgot his name
and forgot his face
and his philosophy
left no trace
i had a dog
and he had a cat
now he is thin
but he used to be fat
i never forgave him
for what he did
he never told me
where his treasure was hid
i looked at his tree
but did not cut it down
i straightened my tie
and walked back to town
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