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Jul 2012
I've been called jealous,
insufferable,
eccentric, forgettable.
I've been high,
loved,
punched, laughed at.
Whether anything I've been
matters much now,
I am,
I will,
I was.
In me the fading pop star
sings again.
Once more after ten silent years.
Still my nervousness is
an unblossomed bouquet.
CH Gorrie
Written by
CH Gorrie  San Diego, California
(San Diego, California)   
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