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Somewhere
I Left My Childhood
I wandered down by the river
and in between
I fell asleep in a trolley car I
hid in the weeds along the banks
(Moses in the bulrushes) from my enemies
my aloneness was a lolly pop
I sucked its sweetness with deep content
somewhere I left some finger tips
strewn like wilted daisies
discarded with the trash
Until one day I found myself
in the grandstand with a CPA
Whose godhead was the debit
a double entry draped in black
And oh what a day that was
what a cry came up from the bleachers
when I fell asleep in a trolley car
with Jumping Joe at bat
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