Sister called. it was both our days and I'm waiting. did you have some?
Did you take it home, too?: off the avenue?
Do you find that we had less to show?
I don't know.
As a child, once, i almost marked it all.
It isn't gone, still, chasing sometimes, and running all night.
Writer(s): Richard Carl Buckner
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