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Want to speak the language
I did when I was three.
Talking sticks and racing twigs
in gutters filled with leaves

I wanted you to take me swimming but you hated me
so I sat at home by myself

Caught a bad reflection
in a puddle in the lawn,
wondered if i'd grow up
from a loser to a swan.

Coronel corn and TV trays
and a giant pile of sand,
went to school each day at eight
and watched the hour hand.

I wanted you to take me swimming but you hated me
so I sat at home by myself


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