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Born in a small town Raised in the suburbs of New England A girl in the world Much bigger than she knew Not much to do She always felt stuck Then an age rolled around that opened up the world The world of wheels A drive around town Music up loud A drive to the …
Poem 4: Dead shoes Ripped, battered and beaten to the core In shreds, withering from wore But a connection lies to things that are at their end To keep that secure feeling on which we depend Can’t say goodbye Don’t want to leave them and hang them out to dry But the time has come …
