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I’ve dropped out of school one too many times- Wandering through the trees full of forgotten rhymes that were made for other times. Musing. Purposeful Losing. Determined Failure. Friends make your wagers, off she goes.
Anywhere but here. Cap over her brow. Not getting wrinkles from this sneer. Got to be leaving now.
Find another place, on another day, full of honey light and softer things where time is understood and the train is always coming.
I Like The Poetics
And the last verse nailed me to the ceiling. Great writing this (and I do not hand that one out lightly). You rock! ~~A~~