my old friend juanita

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    my old friend juanita
    i found her
    or she found me

    we were so young once
    ran wild through yellowstone
    broken hearts were common
    but laughter was the standard
    we laughed
    and everyone was in on the joke

    my enemies were her's
    her tears were mine

    we swam through clean spring waters
    washed clean from the sins of joyfull life
    sins we repeated cause it all felt so damn good

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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