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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Seems I’ve reminisced The feel Of a home cooked meal Ducking the pleasures Of a sainted veil A clause in the end From which finer things appeal Black jack matches not To a fisher mans luck On an antique reel But on the real The expectations in this life Remain a comfort That refuses to chill Let your thoughts rest On an old lads chest Considering the circumstances If we make it We can all attest And adore this political mess If not then as victims of stress Unblessed in this planet Of slanted chess We’ll confess Another night Another days passes Do you find it lovely How nothing ever last But many men have cured Their fascination Of becoming non minute men Flawed by incarceration Deep within the dungeons Of a softer conscience In irregular form A veteran lies victim Of defeated white blood cells Unresponsive A child with no home And swollen tonsils The dark settles Flashbacks meddle Trouble around the corner As a lunch line unveils Never was a fighter Just a swinger As I found myself catapulted against The cafeteria wall The integrity My sucker punch instilled Broken glass jaws Over a 4th grade meal Or mainly just an individual Twice the size of me With an inability to feel I sat still As the principal sought A stern punishment Not as astonished with The other kids compliments For my stomach ache From a lack of warm condiments Moral of the story is I was fighting then I’m still fighting now Obstacles tend to ware me down The inexperience of my peers Seem to no longer enlighten me now Have to find new ways to learn Or disappear into the unclear Fatigued as a writer Tend to want to touch on subjects Closer to lighter Symptoms of a September baby A Virgo born of a harlot With nine children unknown A none buffalo soldier A phantom on a Harley The ghost of Robert Marley An astronaut in my younger years Screaming for Apollo thirteen As the thunder neared Off my coarse of inspiration I veered
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