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glued our eyes to the pavement
fair play as the sun strokes kiss our heads
soon we’ll be older
nobody’s gonna tell us when
the rumbling in the basement
the stampede of drunken lull faces
move a little closer
shaking hands, shaking everywhere
but soon we’ll be older
and nobody will tell us when

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Margaret Durow

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