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The Perambulate

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The Perambulate David J Walker (Bach Cello Suite N1 in G Mischa Maisky) What part of me Was lost or Never was I see Refracted reflections In a turbid sky I feel the Dryness Of a desert Cracked in brown skin I see a crown Muddied Bloodied Without a head I read a calendar Faded In a boarded up Skelly station I visit the home of Discarded Treasures Called secondhand stores I watch reruns of TV Shows I never watched before I remember every Teacher from Elementary school And forget most of the rest On purpose I drive an old car I’ve always Wanted But could never afford I married and Buried myself In a love sworn to Last forever I’ve lived a long Life And wanted more

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