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A Change of Pace

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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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