My heart is like a rocket.
-------When her name is mentioned,
My heart leaps to the sky;
-------but when I think of reality,
My heart loses its exuberance.
-------It falls to the ground, and
My heart shatters into infinite pieces.
-------I try with all my might to mend it; but
My heart is hopeless,
-------so I gather the pieces, and put
My heart into my pocket.
Written by Stan Haselton
at age 13 years,
which would have been
around the 1973 - 1974 school year.
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