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This place was supposed to close
That is where he and I work
I could give up on him then
If I didn't have to see him
Know about him---hear his voice
Wonder who he's nice to
When he's not being
Nice to me as usual

It was going to be my way out

This place is staying open
Where he and I work
At least another four years
Will anything between us change by then
He still won't live with me
Or work on marrying together
He's just like 'em all
Wants a concubine, not a wife

It was going to be my way in

I am tired worn out in this thing called life
Good gosh I'm old and shouldn't have
Had to be an adult at age ten on
Maybe I would have strength left
For at least ten more years of it
What is the way
Way in over the head
Way out 6 feet under dead

Will I ever know?

3/24/2007 2030 cj

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