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i'm still not over it
and as i turn over through the night
thinking over it all
i wonder if we could start over
if we could just go over to some place
and share our thoughts over dinner
i promise i won't go over the line
and i'll try not to overwhelm you
over and over i tell myself
you run over people like a train
hang over them like a weight about to fall
when instead you should slowly peer over the wall
start with things that linger over the surface
and then only over time
talk about the many roads over which you've travelled
but i seem to go over the same bumps
and run over the same holes in the road
over and over...

© 2002 (1 november) john r. chase

life is not for the faint of heart...