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On 40th and Pear, they look at me

With no words in their mouth, just watching me

Rambling on about God knows what this time.

I hear myself. I feel insecure, now.

I guess I'm not really expecting them

To listen; I'm sure they're tired of me,

But the words fall out, and I love them so bad.

I feel like they see me 'cause they're still here.

I want to quiet myself down for them,

But they grab my attention going Hm...

The sign bids us Walk! 41st and Pear!

We're both crying now. They must love me, too,

For they tug on my sleeve and say Finish.

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