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twenty years past

walking down the same road

the noisy young sets in all

the night joints

i wonder whether i am getting old



the repeating slushes

of the waves

the puzzles they left

in my mind

are they trying to tell me something?



illiteracy

as i grew up

i found out why

mom got me educated

patience oils our relationship



waterfall

the lady walking down

the steps at the side

race with the

impatient water