disagreement
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You keep trying to piss me off with the games that you play,
But I don't think you realize who you are dealing with, and that I can go all day.
You want to slam doors, and you think that I am going to go back and fourth with you,
It was 1966-
then,
so I can only imagine
and invent their words
myself
because I was only
three,
and still ignorant
of politics.
Though now I understand
My grandma has a heart bigger than the Minnesota lakes she grew up on.
She would give you the shirt of her back if you asked for it, feeds the neighborhood squirrels right out of the palm of her hand,
I believe we may have missed it
the year of reconciliation
The prospect of harmony, of order
Just a smidgen from symmetry
the precarious plane tipped