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Jan 2013
For the first time in my life, it's like I can't put my feelings into words
I'm out of time and out of breath, it's not my turn
If I knew anything, it was how to talk
I could rhyme before I could walk
I could yell, I could whine, I could rant, I could sing
But now it's as if I can't do anything.
My goo-goos and ga-gas were melodic and sweet
But I'm all out of words. I've been beat.
I couldn't actually write poetry before I could walk.
Actually, I could write well before I could walk well
I still can't walk well.
I fall down a lot.
Cameron Godfrey
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Cameron Godfrey  Where the Sidewalk Ends
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