sitting on your uncle's front porch
we ate bag-ripened peaches
that
tasted of georgia soil ...
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the sky makes me think of you
And the
grass, and brass buttons ...
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miss claire remembers a time when
love and hate were
clear and sharp ...
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I find my refuge, my raft inside this perverted world:
an empty table ...
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a dusty old hall
Aging, dark, filthy to a degree
It reeks of various odors
Ashes of dead cigarettes
of its unkempt lavatory...
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The way to capture a rainbow is swiftly,
hastening ere its
elusive manifestation
may suddenly vanish.
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Take your final bow child
Take it with some pride
This is the last time ...
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only one more year?
can that be all that's left
of this
first era in my life?
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My grip loosens and my mother's hand falls to her side ...
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An old man
not ready to
accept the fact
that he's outdated.
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I see
Celsius rising ...
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Kansas - Middle America - open praries,
action-packed, exciting,
ever changing.
Even Dorothy knew there was no place like home ...
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Immature boys defend their lives by bombing one another
with
paper wads;
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