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in this world, i think |
there is something |
that i haven't done |
and i don't think i know |
where to find it |
or even what it could be |
searching the faces of people, |
their eyes downcast, |
thinking, i'd see it there |
and i'm dangerous now, |
scouring bookstores |
for wisdom for sale |
and i don't believe anymore |
the answer lies in the arms |
of the one that i want |
so how much time will there be |
before i'll accept |
i'll go hungry |
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© Jon Bohrn (1998) |