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Clocking the Racing Days
Eric called me this morning
and told me to have a great day.
I thanked him.
my heart is simple.
my heart is dumb.
my heart is worried.
my heart is not young.
change is like a weapon.
and love is a bad neighborhood.
I'm more a woman.
less a calendar.
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