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Anonymous, n/a, Canada By Anonymous, Kingsville, Canada

Close your eyes, and jam those old earphones in your hearing holes.

Sit down on that gate by your house.

Look up at that blue, blue sky, away from the mud beneath the fence, as brown as your eyes.

Listen to that old song they'd play at the dances in the theatre/gym by the school, when all us grade school kids would awkwardly bob to the music. You would do ridiculous dance moves because you didn't seem to care what anyone thought.

Try not to think of the old rugs they'd slap across the floor, covering wires, sticky with gum and Lord knows what, or the too-loud music, or the stench of fog machine and B.O.

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7 comment(s)
Beautifully nostalgic and present.
Nov. 16, 2013 at 10:46 PM • Report
Job well done - a really good poem!
May. 08, 2013 at 5:32 PM • Report
Beautifully written and wonderfully nostalgic!
May. 07, 2013 at 7:51 PM • Report
its beautiful! You dug down deep and let complete strangers see a part of you that you might not show anybody else and that takes courage. Your brave, good luck out there.
May. 07, 2013 at 6:17 PM • Report
that's really pretty, and i relate  alot. keep writing, and check out some of my stuff please!!
May. 07, 2013 at 4:00 PM • Report
Awesome!  I thought I would just let you know just amazing your poem is! :)
May. 07, 2013 at 2:34 PM • Report
I don't know who you are... But i want you to know that we are living the same life, and that, that was beautiful. (:
May. 07, 2013 at 11:54 AM • Report