Out of Place
all my life i have felt awkward
and kind of out of place
i remember,
when i was younger
it was the milk bottle glasses –
perched upon my face
they always managed –
to slip down –
to the end of my nose
it was always the same with people
some, i just never felt that close
maybe this life –
is the search for a meaningful host
James Garratt – August 2005
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Out of Place – Written August 2005 (Aged 30)
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