I couldn't offer anything more
than what I had.
While spitting words
and causing grey hair,
we never gave up.
We never had a reason to.
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Found poetry. One poem or more day. A day or more of poems. Clever?
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- The Old Man And The Violet Trees.
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- Re: Linoleum
- Summer.
- RE: As Tall As Lions
- It Kept Me Awake (at least).
- The Fury
- The Factory That Made Us.
- Saturday Morning 9:52am
- I Never Had Time.
- Hero.
- Don't Take It The Wrong Way.
- Explore A Bike.
- Where I Learned How To Grow Up.
- The Story of the Elephant pt. 1
- Realization.
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- Epiphany in English.
- Storms in Yulan.
- Tired.
- Mike's Garden.
- A Wild, Passionate Form.
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