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Dec 2012
Sometimes it's better to sit and wait;
there's too much weight on the strings
in that mind of mine.
I've seen too much. (too fast)
I haven't sat long enough
to make any of it last.
(You've ran past.)

I've spent a night in the woods;
laying on a bench, looking at
meteors,
    thinking of the coulds and shoulds.
Chris Rodgers
Written by
Chris Rodgers  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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