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Sometimes I wonder
How much you think about me
Because I spend all my minutes
Thinking about what we could be
Tragic.
Blissful.
Enchanting.

There is nothing more poetic than the life and love we all possess.
hey where are you going?
i am going forward

but there's nothing ahead

ohh i'll find something
maybe a glimpse of happiness

my soul is so weary
oh God make me stronger
 Jun 2015 Isabella Pullivan
JDK
What would a poet write about if they ever actually grew up?*

I'll take a stab at it.*

I've got about six errands to run today,
then I'll pick up the wife to join George and Mary for a double dinner date.
We've reservations at a restaurant where it's $90 a plate.
We'll debate the pros and cons of a 401K
against a solid stock option investment strategy.
"Why not have both?" - that's what I always say!
Oh, that reminds me;
I need to update my résumé.

My credit rating went up 78 points this year.
I can finally afford everything I've ever held dear.
I forget what they are . . .
I fear one day I'll eat these words.
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