Collaboration poem by Space Cadet (Wesley C.) and Darren White.
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Always Something (Left) To Say We riddle with change in pocket corners, sit alone and sing an afternoon away, nothing but the violin strings and ukulele play. Middle of this median, stuck on this border, with you, sit and sing an afternoon away. Everything but the engine moves and I'm sure, had I not met you, I'd never have something to say. You throw coins in the starlit air, Tuck your strings under your arm. The sage sings for us in solitude: His voice fades in the spruce Together with his laughter. And had I not met you. Had I not been here this day, Had I not sang the day away, I'd miss the muse that's you, And a sage in solitude. *** February 18, 2017
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