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Poem from Mom: "Git"

February 27, 2009

“Git”

I am leaving the city my job and my wife
to go out and live the rest of my life
I have cried aloud at circumstance
too buried alive to take a chance
press on the accelerator to go just go
my excuses written in stone I know
created for me by me so I can’t go
clinging to questions answered no
how can I possibly not leave
how can I possibly not grieve
breaking chains of self worth created
those that hold you safely seated
they could not possibly exist
without my constant assist
yes they could do it
it could make them more fit
so pack up your bags
and git

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