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When they chose baseball teams

they chose me last. When the teacher

asked those knowable questions,

I was chosen last.

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Then, I wanted to touch the sky in your soul

and be one with all that you are or

ever will become, I had to stand in line.

Hey. Over here, you. I am not supposed

to be the one you choose last.

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So now, here you come thumbing your nose

and choosing everyone else before me.

I am the one you will miss one day. The one

you will need and not be able to select.

Then, I shall not chose you because it

will be your turn to be forgotten and ignored

and chosen last.

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Lady A

03-13-13

1:40a