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And Words Are All I Have
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I was good to animals and small children.
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Made room for the person on the subway
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Even gave him a few bucks.
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I didn’t invite him home to tea.
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I frittered away talent, however meager,
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writing Annual Reports for rent money,
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giving my all on corporate press tours,
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with little energy left for the poem.
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But a girl’s got to make a living.
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Didn’t always take the easiest way,
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letting vanity lead me more than once,
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the vestiges of an ugly childhood.
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It seems the world gives you so many reasons
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to feel you’re not quite good enough.
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listening to every single one.
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News at 11 Warren Beatty will now be remembered as the old guy who screwed up at the Oscars. Forget his landmark films, his dangerous Clyde Barrow looks. That scene in Reds where he and Keaton reunite at the train station, The one that left you breathless: I saw it in a commercial the other day for Citibank. All of …
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No More Rust Now that scientists in Beijing have discovered how to slow down aging in monkeys, will we learn how to stop all of nature next? Think. No more showers of autumn leaves. Gone, the soulful, wrinkled hands, Happy Retirement cards. Bid goodbye to old faithful dogs, plastic surgeons, Lens Crafter stores, Gone, too, those gloriously aged porpoises, wizened …
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