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Archive for the month “June, 2013”

Maybe it wasn’t you

I didn’t realize it was you

Until I’d sped past, heading south.

I just caught a glimpse.

Maybe it wasn’t you, anyway.

No matter, I’m gone and that’s that.

 

Time was that you’d fly past,

Lean, tan and On the Way.

Then, you ran into me.

We bounced off each other

For a time, just for us.

 

So, if that was you I saw back there,

You’ve aged.  Hell, I know that trip.

Nobody bounces anymore, not off me.

Maybe it wasn’t you, anyway.

No matter, I’m gone and that’s that.

 

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