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There’s such a vast array

Of things that I could say

 

I could tell of my younger years

But that would only bring on tears

 

I could tell you of my schooling days

But that to me is just a haze.

 

I could tell you who I want to be

But how do I know you won’t judge me?

 

 


Submitted: May 07, 2012

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