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Mar 2018
You can have the town,
I’ll call the mayor and get you the deed.
You can have the have the roads,
I’ll arrange for the potholes to be filled.
You can keep the job,
I never intended to stay that long.
You can keep the friends,
I can make more.
You can keep my records,
I can find more music.
You can have my watch,
I won’t miss the time.
You can take my shoes,
To have one last stomp on my heart.
You can keep the jokes,
I don’t laugh at them anymore.
You can have my jacket,
So something can keep you warm.
You can stay with her,
I can promise, it’s no longer a concern of mine.
And in return?

You can let me go.
Written by
Anonymous  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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   Mark Tilford
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