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Oct 2016
Room 1:
              Ok Wait Take a look at this/
              He bends verbs together
              A Word Contortionist/              (whispers that doesn't go there)  
              Engaged with these words
              It's a partnership/
              A marriage, a mirage, a marauder
              An Enraged Blitz!!
              I exercise my time to
              Make words fit/
What has been said has been said before
              I reiterate this.

Room 2:
            Oh Wait!! Have you been here before?/
            That door that leads to my mental corridor/
            Equal to tennis fighting thoughts back and forth/
            And It's always love/ even if you never score/

Room 3:
  Oh Wait!! What? Im stunned/Older wiser other wise Im Dumb/
  The Diminish begun/
Finished When/
I got the picture/
Imagination was Infinite/
Jaw dropping the image/
A reality scrimmage/
Theses Thoughts are Infant/
It takes a village or pillage/

Room 4:  OH WAIT!!!  I got it You Don't Get It/
                   So Im Picking up the pieces to this Broken mirror/
                      In the Eyes of the Beholder/These Words thrown/
                        Can be ******/They can tink like pebbles/Think?
                           They can Bulge Like Boulders/Nothing left Open
                                                            ­                It's Write for Closure/

Room:5    
                                     oh wait got it yup/
                               high probability to the formulas of success/
                     You mix a little bit of this and a lot of never quite/and
              Shhhhhushhhh we always never talk to pessimist/
I wanted to give the picture of taking a tour of someone's mind like a house only it would be like a circus in ones mind
Jamaal J Ferguson
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Jamaal J Ferguson  38/M/America
(38/M/America)   
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