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Wordshaman Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 110Illinois, USA |
I don't know what I expected. We...we were young, And I didn't know how you'd all turn out. I didn't have any expectations. I had a guess you'd never get out, And from that fear there arose a need In me to wake you all up, But I became slothful with you In your velvet drug havens. I almost unwittingly became you. I don't remember how I perceived you. You were small-town kids Who grew up alongside me And kind of saw I didn't belong, But I lived nearby, So maybe I WAS small-town. On my couch in the big city, More than a hundred miles from you, I laugh as I go over the paper I edit for and find a mistake. Did you guys change too? I harbor the hope That if I saw you I wouldn't know you. |
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