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Center
I can know what to do today,
but should not act before I pray
skies are a bluer hue, this way
The worried world within me winds
demands my mind jumps into dreams
but I ‘m not driven at all by these
media entertains this scene
poisons our heads with kerosene
but at our Center, soon serene
…
..
.
© Brian Hodgkinson Jr. (aka) The Limericist 2021
Friday 19th March 2021 9:31 pm
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