Living my life all-over again...
As I chance upon this picture in my chest....
It is the emblem of my son's clothing,
Embroidered in canvass jeans, with buttons and thread.
Standing beside a small money tree in the east
Bounded in the west by a Chinese Bamboo,
Housed under the roof of a new Vegas....
Shall it be, or shall it not?
The future's not ours to see, a song I learned,
One ordinary morning.
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