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By B.K. Date: 2016 Jul 16 Comment on this Work [[2016.07.16.10.29.20454]] |
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I was trying to remember the first time we met You came knocking at my door saying you had locked yourself out I was there with another new friend who climbed up the side of the building and into your third floor window You called him spideyman Spidey for short henceforth both of you characters out of books that i had never read You with that Detroit accent of yours cute and more dangerous Than I could ever conceive In my state of naivety You were fascinating and exhausting Staying up all night And sleeping days It was the business you were in which i could never figure out until the day i showed up at your place and you had a closet filled with bricks of pot taller than both of us That corner we lived on was full of danger magic and wonder But it was the early 70s and instead of being scared out of my wits It was somehow just another adventure That we all live through to tell bk the seventh of july twenty sixteen |