The wind tasted like fried potatoes
and picked up tickets along the way
Eyes blink rapidly from the sun--
Wiping our tears of joy
You stayed with me the whole time
There's a hole in my jacket
Communication is staggered; words
Are stuttered and shattered
The bell rings, someone won a
Stuffed prize; my palms are sticky
I guess I laughed too
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