backyard crowing
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22
i keep thinking about how nice it will be to "have twenty-two years." sixty-four is an awfully long way away, and at twenty, i'm okay with that.
but twenty-two? twenty-two will be heaven...
22 means to me:
gradumatated
out in the world
with career
working my ass off
paying off debts
independent
finally
(that wasn't a poem at all but looked better without bullets somehow)
1:35 am - monday, Jan. 22, 2007
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