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The Runner

By , Brentwood, MO
Mommy, he left didn’t he?
We said we said let’s go home,
and went to his home.
He stole the car.
And ran.

Mommy, he left didn’t he?
We said he didn’t care,
and he didn’t want to face it.
He stole the memories.
And ran.

Mommy, he left didn’t he?
We said we weren’t happy,
and he followed his dream.
He stole the idea.
And ran.

Mommy, he left didn’t he?
We said our goodbyes,
And he faked his tears.
He stole the possibility.
And ran, ran,ran.





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