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Water and land snakes
Public and secret handshakes
Eventually will the dam break?

Lost amid all this black space
While moving at a fast pace
As if it was some kind of cash race
Where you would not want to wind up in last place
Even though I was half-baked
And able to crash safe
While on the verge of being able to crack the case
There under my feet sat a trace
Underneath this glass vase
Somewhere past eight
Beside a brass gate
It was going to be one of the reasons for being that great
One step forward and two strides back makes
An opportunity to understand what getting on track takes



By: Dalton Ogletree
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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December 27, 2016 at 4:44 AM
For me this belongs on stage, rapped, with music, or spoken word, or poetry slam... That's how this reads. Melikes a lot! I hear music... 7 for me
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May 21, 2017 at 9:36 AM
Thank you very much Darren I appreciate your feedback and honesty, and sorry for such a late reply. I hope you're doing well :).
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