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The Way We Were When We Were

by John Osebold

The Way We Were When We Were

Like tides at dusk
Or even at other times
We ebb and flow, flow and ebb
Ebbing, flowing
Probably at dusk

How does the wing span
How does the C-span
My brother once ate a whole tin of span
But alas, he died
At dusk

We were, we are
Aren't we
Yes, we are
And were