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were/are · Vinnie Penn Poemcast

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  Speaker 1: Last night my mother came to me in a dream,
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  Speaker 1: little chicken. She said things were never the way they seem,
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  Speaker 1: and with that she was gone, the stuff of Dickens.
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  Speaker 1: I woke forlorn, the plot still thickens. I thought of
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  Speaker 1: sunny days stand beneath my feet. I thought of the
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  Speaker 1: rainy ones and pounding on our street. I thought of
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  Speaker 1: the bad days. They didn't come that easy. All I
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  Speaker 1: remember was a front porch and a little parcheesy. Last night,
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  Speaker 1: my father came to me in a dream, Junior. He said,
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  Speaker 1: things are never the way they seem. One word changed,
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  Speaker 1: and with it the dynamic. We are either fiberglass or
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  Speaker 1: we are ceramic. And with that he was gone, the
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  Speaker 1: stuff of l. Frank. And just like that, there's gas
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  Speaker 1: in my tank.