Skammentary: We were just children way back when.
"Today's your twentieth birthday,
Alone you walk the banks of Maine,
As time runs out to write the second verse of
'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.'
While you're gone we'll be here still,
Just beyond those distant hills,
Could be that you got the upper hand
When you left this rustic never-never land?
"And my breathing constricts,
I feel the walls closing in,
Could it be that finally we're all
Shedding some skin?"
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