 Ugh
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 There was a time
 when I didn't write sappy
 love-crap bullshit poetry.
 I wonder what happened to that guy,
 he seemed like such a nice fellow.
 Too bad he had to leave in a hurry like that.

 Back in the day, I was a GUY.
 None of this "let me count the ways" garbage
 that teenagers fill endless journals with.
 And yet, here I am.  25 going on 14.
 This feels so wrong.

                -WindRider  March/April 1998
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