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I gingerly step down the street,
And slip on a frozen puddle.
I'm easily angered today I suppose, because I smash it.
I look at the peices lying there,
Like a million broken hearts,
But today I don't care.

I get how they feel, watching movies of their time. 
Just cause I feel it to.
Watching the planes fly high above my house I wonder:
Could Tom Hanks be in there, in first class,
And does that say TWA?

From the wall, I pull a thin slice.
And slide the shining circle of vinyl from it's case. 
I pop it on, and the record player begins to spin, 
The needle glides over the ridges, and the notes sound,
But I can't relax,

I hope
The reason
you notice me
is because of who I am
because a girl is not all looks
I'd hold a grudge
on that one. 
 

Don't hover around me,
Cause there won't be a drawing in the end if you watch,
The slow graceful lines make me look like i'm not sketching.
They make me look like I'm working on a masterpeice,
Untill you shake the table that is.

Sitting alone, next to the woodstove,
John Klemmer's music making me chill.
It reminds me of slow, slow,
S
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November nights,
Doing pages of homework,