Her Advice
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It days when thing go bad like off season,
I am moving cross a breezy taunt it by the,
Large giant it is call life,
don't want stand next to it might not measure,
Up to it,
Don't want to climb up it might fall to,
Short,
Every Breathe I breath is thinner then a pair of skates,
Thin but deadly with every sharp angle,
One take,
And life with situation unknown pattern form,
How do one skate there way to top,
Like a blood full of sharks you have to swim around,
Just deadly fiends,
One hitting a mile stone,
Slow down,
Can't hit every avenue or corner,
Why not caring on up the ladder,
With Her Advise,
And I just Listen,
To,
Her Advise,
Just Write.
Copyright © Louis Borgo | Year Posted 2017
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