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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 poetry,

a girl can still dream...

 

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