I talked with my father,
last night,
about you.
He said, "It's time to grow up Bean,
and appologize to her."
"What percisely do you mean?"
I asked.
He said," Every one knows who you have,
been,
it's time to grow,
time to show them you are!"
After we hung up.
I called you.
You said that you'd call right back.
I waited for your call,
it didn't come at all.
I wish we could,
go back and fix what's broken,
save the time that was stolen.
It's time to grow.
Now either grow with me,
or else leave,
because I can't dangle on a string.
KL
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