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my son comes by and looks over my shoulder at his picture on my PC's wallpaper he analyses it carefully seeing himself as so young, so innocent he can't believe he was ever that young and innocent (he's twenty now) life spans before him like the view from a tollbooth at a suspension bridge his motor revving a little he looks at the collector in the booth then at the long span over the river of life ready to ride, he presses the gas, confidently grips the wheel and pulls away, the music in his ears © Goode Guy 2011-08-22

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