My younger self
Can come to visit me
He prefers rainy mornings
And days when the weather
Turns on a dime
It’s strange how we don’t
Recognize one another at first
I mean it’s been some time
What are you doing here in hell
With me I thought
You’d gone on to college
I’ve come to rescue you again
Old man and relieve you
Of your knowledge
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