If I was never here, don’t tell me. I will find out,
Without a doubt, someplace I lost myself maybe
On that little shelf in the downstairs closet, the one
You hid in during a hide and go seek game we used
To play. Wasn’t that fun, run, run, run? There was
A time when running could fix whatever might be
Wrong or maybe a song would help me disappear.
Which was always just what I wanted. Funny how
Our memories shift and drift in synch with whatever
Might be on our minds at the time. I spend as much
Time in the Ozark Mountains as I do in San Francisco.
A change of place makes the race more interesting.

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