Jimmi Canada Poet Political Verse

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To drop one bellow,

to saunter in a blow,

one that the head will know,

and the body can grow-

to drop one into the casam of death,

that I am unwelcome in,
even if I am depressed,

to drop one into the great mechanism of time,

to meet a friend and go dine-

to steal the lakes effect snow,

to be a beast of the know-

yet still fall back and wonder,

is everything perfect or am I a blunder?

Does fame have a name,
or just a walkway?

Do people all game?

Or am I a sign in a maze?

I wished for the best daze,

but got a claim and a stake for this blame-

I came to know the wishful thinking's annoyance,

yet knew an adults prophylactic avoidance,

I even wandered far in,
where no man can sin...

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