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Nov 2015
Like a tumbleweed
caught
on a chain-link fence
surrounding the lot
where it grew,
I have found to
be humble is to need
what I'm not,
and that pain taught me uncommon sense...
thereby
grounding what has got
me through.

Whatever I thought,
I thought I knew
If I'm freed, I will crumble
and rot, remain sinking
in nonsense that I've misconstrued.

I know I do.
bit of an homage to my hometown; only recently did I realize that other places believe tumbleweeds aren't real, lol
Atypnoc
Written by
Atypnoc  Richland
(Richland)   
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