Best Foothill Poems

I still remember my childhood being poured out of me slowly
I was 7 or 8 when I experienced my grandfather suffer.
He choked to death on his vomit (died the next day in ICU)
My father never recovered, he became an alcoholic, too.
He started driving us around...

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If I were a foothill
I'd live in Tennessee
settled close would be a windmill
beside my dainty stream

I wouldn't be eroded
for a balance would be there
my soil would be loaded
and a terrace we could share

Even though I'd reside with plateaus
settled in the mass
people would live in chateaux
and...

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At the foothills of fantasy I live
Keeping away from reality I live
Where ignorance is blessing I live
On dat beautiful level of existence I live
Day dreamer dey call me
I m
A seeker of dreams 
I m
Not bothered of labels, carefree
I m
I belong to myself
Self obsessed
I m dream...

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