there's things under me
that make me think
of times when i didn't have to
there's things in me
that make me dream
of ages when i'd walk past you

wiggling my fingers
my vision is slight
i'm not so sure now
that i ever won the fight

please, tell me, please
that the winds ring true
that the bells have tolled 
for the times when i wasn't blue

there are things
that smell like childhood

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3-2-02