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We Never Jumped by Ray Printer Friendly

Brothers at the drive-thru,

Brothers in arms,

Everyone wants gum and a smile;

Dried out wit, brittle and tasteless.

Sneaking through the stutteró

The numb-gray neighborhood.

Old bones and starched denials,

Lost memories, found adventures.

Donít let me down,

Donít live up

To what I am.

Iíll try to do better.

Click clack of the

Clutter in the shade

Shadowed and soggy,

Scents of a broken van.

Lost angels,

The monsters are real

And inside:

It's not the fall that hurts...

Forged grins,

Forced laughter

Have to promise:

Try not to leak.

posted 8/12/07


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