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another day...
i have walked
one
day at a time

now it is
another hour
i hear mommas'
old clock chime

i look at  me and say
'WHO is that?'
the image is silent
and just looks back

here is the deal....
i want start overs
can't i HAVE THAT?

again the image
just stares back

the answer is clear
even i can see that
start overs 
are fresh sold out

and my image  just
stares back
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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