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Senseless Suffering

1/27/23 Remaining a junkie Continually spending money Like a dummy Life ain't always sweet like honey It's cold not always sunny They're out for bloodshed, so it turned bloody They're still racist full of hatred so times got ugly When push comes to shoving I'm covering much ground, important matters I'm touching Still so many bluffing My family so out of touch with one another, it's disgusting I've had difficulty with trusting And an even harder time with loving I speak truth not bluffing They continued fussing These intentions were good-for-nothing I felt differently, so I put my feelings toward something It ended up being drink and drugs, instead of nothing It's not a great thing, but I'm not just huffing and puffing I'm often buzzing Taking my time not always rushing I'm not budging, through sludge continually trudging Like the cover of a book, ladies quickly judging Getting shown little love, no wonder I've been bugging Not until tragedy hits do they come closer and begin hugging All this endless and senseless suffering The population continues to boom at the reproduction rate of bunnies Rarely do I play pool You thought I stayed a fool Okay cool You lose This has nothing to do with school rules It's global way beyond Honolulu For a good cause or doodoo

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Date: 2/23/2023 8:00:00 AM
I took that road once. It was a dead end. I liked to have never got turned around but by the Grace of God, here I stand. I hope this is only a poem but it is your life. No other way to put it,"life is what you make it" Keep penning, Dalton.
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Dalton Ogletree
Date: 1/8/2024 3:09:00 PM
Thank you Daniel for your input and kind words. I appreciate you and understand what you mean. Sorry for such a late response, anyway there is light at the end of the tunnel, no doubt. I agree with you by the Grace of God. Blessings to you!

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