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Isaac May 20
Seize the speedway.
Try going outdoors.
For at the end of the day
This day was yours.
Written 20 May 2020
Isaac May 20
Rush is a lie
For you and I.
You ask me why?
We are here till we die.
Written 20 May 2020
Isaac May 16
He doesn't need
To lie on his death bed
To celebrate
The simple gifts of life.

No matter what form
Or what size,
He celebrates.

Bystanders watch,
Jealous of his joy
Not knowing his secret
Open to all.

The grass is greener
On the side of who
Celebrates more than what
The other chooses to.
Written 16 May 2020
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