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Tom Clausen
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the farther away it gets
the more magical it becomes, those times at night in the back seat, my parents taking us someplace . . . it was a hot day when I dropped a penny in the soft tar almost a year now I've paid visits to it cold rain in another town the streets empty– from one house a gift of woodsmoke could be I'm tired or lost, but to close my eyes and nod off while the world goes on gives me a certain peace wind outside the mall and as I wait with my eyes closed a killdeer calls from another life as I sit here taking in the river view I see my feelings for this life quite like the trees leaning slightly downstream in a reverie at the long traffic light it occurs to me why would I want to do more, faster
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