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Jun 2015
I neither walk nor run
- I trundle through life
picking fruit
- eating when I care to.
I have no routine
- except routinely not having one.
Its a wild kind of existence
- tamed by deep rhythms
Way past my understanding.
I trundle through life
- with a certain ease
and freedom.
Written by
nivek
397
   Alin, ---, --- and Joe Cole
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