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Under the Overs


by Darryl Price


If it's over, when will we meet again? 
If it's over, I'll be going now. If 
it's really over, let's not say goodbye. 

That's just too cruel. If it's over, it 
wasn't all that bad all the time. If it's 
over, don't let it fill your sore head with 
unthinkable sadness. There's enough of 

that dead empty fluff on the ground already. 
If it's over, I can think of some 
few things, like I got to ride a horse. If 

it's all over, does that mean the bad dreams 
finally get to go away? If it's 
over, I'm going to write a love song 
to no one else ever. If it's over, 

all the fruity things left unsaid are said 
with lemons in a shiny white ceramic 
bowl. If it's over, I had a lot 

of naughty fun sometimes. I know that sounds 
funny. It's meant to. If it's over, I 
guess the sagging sky really was leaking 
itself into a blue oblivion. 
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