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Whereto By: Ashton Fludd

Boardwalk…

                                   Street guitarist…
                                   Skate park…
                                   Graffiti artist…
      Thinking back to the days when we were young.
                 She and I were teenagers on the run.
                  Indebted to boredom and curfew
                nature would have us break the rules.
            We had each other nothing else mattered.
                                    Go-karts…
                                    Checkered flag…
                                    Dark room…
                                    Laser tag…
     Too cool for school we got caught playing hooky.
     Scared straight we were threatened with truancy.
                       She had become a nuisance.
                    They said I was a bad influence.
            Through you I found the fountain of youth.
                                  Funnel cake…
                                  Cotton candy…
                                  Center stage…
                                  Bearded lady…
            You give me the shakes like a tambourine.
            She’s on her feet saying, ” Dance with me!”
                           The night is still young.
        Glory’s ours we’ll bloom when morning comes.
                      Tomorrow’s a new destination
                             who knows whereto?