I made the mistake of forgetting who my best friend was,
I said too little, and said too much, and pointed at things that didn't need identifying,
And wished I hadn't,
When I was fifteen I discovered that a copper spring pushing an oval wheel would make a moving vehicle, with wooden slats, painted black,
That would move forward without proper thought, or volition,
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