Interred

Literal is not,

the fake climb is aunt,

and a stake in the attrition not an alimony as you can see clearly in me...I do not assuage an empire-

I follow in the most economical exigencies,

as one is up, another is down my friend.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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February 14, 2020 at 2:29 PM
Like the way this one leads us along to your profound last lines. Life can definitely be acquainted to a see saw. The good news as I read your poem is that we can find a point of balance if we are not too greedy. Regards David in NZ
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February 18, 2020 at 11:31 AM
I think its the outdoorseyness ive shaken off..thanks for your kind words. -Jimmi C
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