I sat there Watching them play In the McDonald's Playland Perfectly satisfied To sit here Across from him The perfect illusion Of the American dream A new child already Dancing across His eyes When a quick glance Out the window Reminded me Of what I once had An old Bonne' An untarnished soul And the chance To hold on To my heart After that The children's hair No longer Seemed so golden Nor my future So smugBirth sign: Libra
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