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  • There was a time, when you didn't drink wine
    and you could get tipsy off of Kombucha

    And when in the night, no men would fight
    but racoons or cats or bears cried out between punches

    And snow fell in drifts, where you dreamed of a kiss
    which kept you from moving in cold or in fear

    Now you are older, you scattered thoughts kept in folders
    while you make a mess of your finances

    You worry over rent, your exhaustion is spent
    and you miss the naivety of when you were a teen

    You go on dates with girls, your miss your long copper curls
    and no plane or cab could return you to home

    But there was a time, when you didn't drink wine
    and that was a pride you wore like a pin
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