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Nov 2012
My disposition isn't always a proud one.
The strange world where I can't help but ponder.
I look through and over yonder.
Sometimes it all holds me from my fun.

I struggle with habits.
Some bad and some old.
Sometimes they keep me from being bold.
They keep reminding me of the problems my mid inhabits.

I know I'll get back on track soon.
I have to.
I must stand up and tie my shoe.
I have to break out of this cocoon.

These chains binding me down.
The cold weather freezing me in place.
I always stop and look deep into space.
Soon it'll be time for me to leave this town.

I can not leave if I don't get to work.
I must embrace my dreams.
I have to follow that winding stream.
I have stop act and discontinue to lurk.

My life is in my hands and that's all I know.
I need to get ready for the life ahead.
It's time to start my tread.
Very soon I will go.
Dennis Meeker
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Dennis Meeker  24/M/Ohio, US
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