Monday, May 3, 2010

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Thirty seven days until
I have to grow up.
But not much will change
I'll still be singing sad songs for supper.
But if I could have just one gift
If I could change one thing
I would make you see things
You never knew were there.
And make you believe things
You'd suspected but never fully
Come to terms with.

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