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2004-06-01 11:07:30 (UTC)

June 1, 2004

Elegy For Geezer Rock

By Lisa Simpson

Postcard image, thing to see,
To think of Springfield is to think of thee.
What thoughts be-pass a’hind thy mien,
Why sky art blue, why trees are green?
And what pray tell, did thine eye see,
Perchance oh friend, they gazed at me.

Brought low by Nature’s offish hand,
Thou crush’ed our reviewing stand.
And twist thy stones, glimpsed I the truth

All things must pass, thy face, my youth.


I think the poem says it all. Most of you won't understand
it but I do, so piss off. It is officially the month of my
birth, yet again, it's been nearly an entire year. There
seems to be some recurring pattern in my life, with regards
to my birthday. It was only a year ago that I was on the
Continent. I hope that on my next birthday, 25th, I will
be in some far off locale. Perhaps Darkest Africa or the
Orient. I'm not sure where I'll be but I know it won't be
here. I had an epiphany the other day. I think the reason
I've been here this long is that I know that my mom really
likes it that I'm here. With my sister moving out and me
with no real reason to stay, I know it worries her. I
think that I haven't moved with my normal tenacity for that
reason, so that we can have some time together before I
go. That is my gift to the greatest person I've ever known
and to myself. Time.


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