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Old Record, New Notes
by Amie GoldaStart me up like the old car parked in the driveway
And though my head hurts like I slept too much ('coz I did),
I'll go along with your mixed up dreams and crazy schemes;
Because now's the only time we'll have
In a world where weekends are more tiring than the weekdays;
It's not right anymore,
We need to slow this record down.
So here I am, ready to ride your rhythm
I'll wait for you to revive me sane,
Today's about the inane
And what the heck, let's throw in a rhyme or two,
'Coz I need to restart my psyche anew
And there's no better place to do this
Than on an old playlist. 03/05/2010 Author's Note: Just playing around
Posted on 03/06/2010
Copyright © 2025 Amie Golda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/06/10 at 03:54 PM ... outstanding..... |
| Posted by Kimberly Bowen on 03/07/10 at 05:23 AM "'Coz I need to restart my psyche anew
And there's no better place to do this
Than on an old playlist." why does it always feel like this is so true?! great read! |
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