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The race we lost
Nuts
Sometimes
Bolts
Maybe
Screws or
Long nails.
Metric
Or standard
Eventually they will all rust and fail.
American rides &
Forgein whips
Sounding their mating call
Rotary
Not
Piston,
“What you mean my man?
Those zippy things have it all”
“Don’t you wana see me, as I Race to understand?
On how to treat a woman.
Even though I ...
Thursday 6th August 2020 9:37 am
Cliff Hanging
I feel my mind slipping,
almost dangling from a cliff.
Obsession and love are different,
Yet similar with a twist.
You left me in the cold,
And so I left you behind.
Although it breaks my heart
this is my time to shine.
To fend for myself,
That was the first lesson,
A scared little girl,
With no direction.
Which way do I turn?
D...
Monday 7th January 2019 4:46 pm
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