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Thursday, October 28, 2010

On a Good Day

You sounded funny to me
Unlike yourself, I thought
Your brown eyes couldn’t meet my blues
So I thought of others

For the first time I noticed the land
We sat in the dirt and compared it to
Palestine
But what do I know?
I only know that
The dirt will stay as long as
We keep looking down at it
Instead of at each other

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