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Brick Roads
Ten years old,
gigging frogs,
avoiding horny toads.
Then a teen,
in search of the wizard,
playing pinball, drinking, smoking.
On to adulthood,
pushing back when anyone
crossed the line.
Now,
doing time
with this karma of mine.
Traveling brick roads
that lead to
nowhere particular.
But, as long as there is
music and poe...
Monday 2nd March 2020 1:47 am
Love, Me
Beautiful dreamer
take solace with me
and a soft melody.
I will soothe you,
woo you,
set your spirit free.
You are never alone
when you love me.
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Sunday 24th March 2019 2:12 am
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