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I am by Christopher White
I am a fisherman with a rod
I hear the water beating the soft rocks that lie in streams
Well if they knew that we were political,
We'd be done for.
Because they helped build new york
But people from new york are broken themselves.
And in spite of their open arms
I cannot begin to imagine
What comes within this baggage
Friendship! What a slippy, messy slope?!!
A non-romantic relationship
Where two hearts begin to elope
