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No Parents

I got a freeway view Behind the curtains Pianos sound like broken glass I can see the darkness from the bed They keep banging away at the door But I won't let them in What I am is what I am They want philosophy Out by the freeway we drink beer Under the halogen lights Watching the trucks roll by Wishing we could be Bobby McGee Bandana and all But we're just kids Chucked in too deep No place to sleep. No parents. No life. Just in life too deep.

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Tom Arnone

Date: 7/27/2016 10:00:00 PM

I grok this. Excellent story and word flow -- especially the ending. :-)

Daver Austin

Date: 7/27/2016 9:40:00 AM

This definitely has the reader's attention. Kids growing up like weeds. Good stuff. Hey! To is a preposition, thus, "Just in life too deep." Congrats on the selection. daver

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 8/27/2015 8:38:00 AM

That last line is all too powerful, Stephen....I am always left thinking deeply after reading your work. Enjoyed every word! Always, Laura