i won't be cut short
ringing in my ears when i
trot down the lane
how're you doing now
under cerulean skies
a whiffle ball bat
and a potato sack
a ragamuffin's best friend
simple pleasures
in the crook of a small town
there's no joy greater
than stargazing from where you're known
i'll make my own way
strident as i'll be
firing all your shots at once
a depleted soul you'll be
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