Oh the things I have seen.

oh, the things i've seen, been through...

seventeen seems long ago.

but 'tis only half a year and two,

give or take a month or so.

around the block, once, twice,

but don't really know the measure.

been plenty of time to learn, entice

the senses, show another pleasure.

i've seen a friend become a lover, and

a lover become a friend,

but the falling of a grain of sand

erased the love, saw friendship end.

but now they say i'm "all grown up,"

but i'll be older, still, tomorrow,

another day, another dollar,

a step further from my sorrow.

The End

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