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Apr 2017
Since I was eleven
I've found my self now and again
In a front yard
Yours
Mine
Doesn't matter.
I look left and right
The street seemingly endless in either
direction
If I just started walking
I'd end up somewhere
Somewhere else
I turn around
and walk back inside.
Christopher Aston
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Christopher Aston  Texas
(Texas)   
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