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I met you through a common friend
In the attic of my parents’ house
And though I didn’t know it then
I soon was finding out
Oh, you are the roots that sleep
Beneath my feet
And hold the earth in place
Each time a faucet opens
Words are spoken
The water runs away
And I hear your name
No, nothing has changed

5th July 2007

In: English Poem Posted By: Date: Jul 5, 2007

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