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 Feb 2017 Gant Haverstick
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Mom said it's not a jungle gym,
It's not a jungle gym.
It's not a jungle gym.
It's not a jungle gym.

But it was a GIANT ELEPHANT!
And chains are for clanging
And metal is for banging
And roped off areas are for sneaking
Under

It’s not a jungle gym
It’s not a jungle gym
It’s not a jungle gym

I didn’t understand why mom wasn’t excited
She just stood next to me staring up at the Elephant

It’s not a jungle gym
I let go of her hand
It’s not a jungle gym
I ducked under the rope,
It's not a jungle gym
I almost didn’t need to duck

Then I touched the metal elephant,
To test if he was real.
 Feb 2017 Gant Haverstick
Rai
God some people **** my body

It  brings moments of satisfaction

but not much else

God some people **** my brain

its brings nothing that feels like satisfaction

but i learn so much from them
 Feb 2017 Gant Haverstick
Born
She has the coldest heart but she's warm as a devil
 Feb 2017 Gant Haverstick
Blossom
I found a dead daisy yesterday

Its petals were browning and flat.

No longer pretty, you say?

Well I think it's beautiful like that...
Having a whiskey
With left over dreams
Walked through the park
Empty bottles kissing my feet
Snow flakes falling on dead trees
Dancing in the moonlight
Me and my whiskey
When the full moon fades
Far away in the dawn sky
On this cold winter night
Shall be my turn to lye down and die
Trilogy Poem Part One
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