Thursday, July 12, 2012

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An old ticket in hand
and the future in my pocket
All aboard the ship of dreams

I've seen them all before
of a similar nature
Strapping young men
Intelligent young women

Synced hearts equipped
to take on the world

We all waved and howled
as the ship set sail
on a blanket of blue

The ship left the dock,
but I wasn't on it

I'm better off ashore

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