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I'm getting used to driving 17 alone, summer breeze will make me shiver, winter sun sweats through my clothes.
I'm getting used to ways the road will scuff my toes, the ways these poems are delivered to, each other's, getting old.

Floors will groan with weights of shadow's weighed in stone,
It's funny that I see them, the sun has left me cold, alone.
Flowers grow from angels pulling up on what you've sown,
It's funny that I see them because all the grass is overgrown.
Funny that I see them, because all the grass is overgrown.

I'm getting used to driving 17 alone, summer breeze will make me shiver, winter sun sweats through my clothes.
I'm getting used to ways the road will scuff my toes, the ways these poems are delivered to, each other's, getting old.

Tired eyes, have blinked a few too many times,
When they open up again, they tend to realize,
They slipped and fell, and their feet broke, they've fallen off the boat,
And I don't need salt water just to keep me afloat

I'm getting used to driving 17 alone, summer breeze will make me shiver, winter sun sweats through my clothes.
I'm getting used to ways the road will scuff my toes, the ways these poems are delivered to, each other's, getting old.

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from Fox Meadow, released February 25, 2017

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