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Hijo

I am a book from the 20th century
On the top of your bureau drawer
And my chapters are a bit out of order now
But if you are patient
You can find what you are looking for

I am a rough draft
And I am an edit
I'm the third time around
And I still don't get it

I was you
In another life that I worked my way through
I spent all my time
Learning this the hard way
The only way that I know how to
And I'll be damned if I won't pass
That on to you
Hijo

There is a bookmark
On page twenty-seven
'Cause I thought it might remind you of
Something you were going through
And there's a note in the afterword
From my worst critic
And I thought you
Might understand what he's talking about
When he said that I'm all washed out

And I was you
In another life that I worked my way through
I spent all my time
Learning this the hard way
The only way that I know how to
And I'll be damned if I won't pass
That on to you
Hijo

I hope you like the illustration
I armed my hands with charcoal
And drew them myself
I hope you like the binding
It all my life to get it
To gather so well
Hijo
Hijo

I am book from the 20th century
On the top of your bureau drawer
And you can file me away
To read later
But I may not be there
Anymore