when they heard you say goodbye,
i felt it.
or maybe you didn't exactly say it,
you just meant it.
said or felt or meant, any which way-
you're gone. 
you've gone every which way-
a million places.
or maybe you've just been stuck
in one place.
every way, or no way at all- 
you're gone. 
there's no way at all you're returning,
i know it. 
or maybe there's no way that i am-
just saying. 
packing your bags to prospect for gold, 
you're gone.
your golden prospects are gone now- 
only fool's gold. 
or maybe you were just a fool, 
you know. 
whatever you mean, stop your panning- 
don't go. 
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
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