The first seat of memory
I should have a lot to say
but it's ll so long and far past gone
and I don't want to talk about it
anyway
Don't talk about anything
San Diego
that picture of
me on a swing
the man behind the camera
still all about that
So long San Diego
I tip my hat
I just want to
get to the end
even though it always leads
to another bend
and mistakes that feel
almost as old as this place
as old as all these lines
etched in my face
I never been back
and I won't come again
he car's open baby
get in
what
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