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The Scent of Beer
I write to you now, as ever I did.
My words sentimental as a little kid.
I look for you.
The words are true
as I think of you,
but the rhymes too simple.
Like all fools I believe
in the words I conceive,
but the power lies without.
Words sentimental as a kid,
I write, as I ever did
while eyes scan the crowd.
Don't take this to mean that I'm still caught,
I'll go blue in the face arguing I'm not.
Somethings will remain.
Just occasionally I'll hear
in the scent of my beer
a voice, a laugh, a want.
but the rhymes too simple.
Like all fools I believe
in the words I conceive,
but the power lies without.
Words sentimental as a kid,
I write, as I ever did
while eyes scan the crowd.
Don't take this to mean that I'm still caught,
I'll go blue in the face arguing I'm not.
Somethings will remain.
Just occasionally I'll hear
in the scent of my beer
a voice, a laugh, a want.
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