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Sunday, 17 of May, 1998
One day of many days
At the fountain in the park
I fish pennies out for the arcade
All day, ain’t it great?

I am not calling out
I am not, no
I am not calling out
I am not, no

(Sunken?) dogwood trees
Strewn all about every which way
It’s okay, I know the way
I count my weary steps
Down all the way to my old (graze?)
One day of many days

I am not calling out
I am not, no
I am not calling out
I am not, no
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carpenoctem24 On Sep 17, 2013
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