your hands away
how could i
not stong enough
of a preventer
in the shadow of the pretender
that was then
and now too
how long HAS it been
do you even care to remember
or has the bubble overtaken
the one blowing it
when i burst on your scene
it was the last time i felt
light enough in my feet
to run the victory lap 'round you
and when i raised a defiant fist
at the first notes of the anthem
you'd fallen hard
from the no. 1 box.
(c)jim hill (2-23-10)
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