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Now you ask me how I am doing

When you see me.

Where were your questions

When my world exploded?

 

 

Your concern: a feint

Asked me how I’m doing

“Haven’t tried to fly, yet,”

I reply,

“How ’bout a ride to the Foresthill Bridge?”

You walk away.

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