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Jan 2011
Two of us
going nowhere
in a box
on a wheel
crammed in
waiting to go

we chat
about nothing
I can remember

coming to the end
we realize our
mutual enjoyment

you give me your name
which
I slip it into my pocket
anxious to see you
though we have not parted

gone
from my pocket
from my memory
griffin?
taylor?

only me , ****
2nd of the "series" ,  might not be too great as I am simultaneously listening to Green Day a la Rock Band (babysitting)
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