Backward Thinking
Backward Thinking
Miracle Man
9/16/2024
The tranquility that so often i readily enjoy,
is invariably the precursor for a coming storm.
Spewing words at me to browbeat and destroy,
is seldom the impetus that forces me to conform.
Over the years some have tried to make me do,
and more than a few have made me wish I’d done.
On occasion I’ve bitten off more than I could chew,
but once a fracas starts it’s too late to be undone.
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