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May 2019
For there is a storm a coming
Clouds litter the sky
Over yonder, the masses scatter even a few are running
Foresight is not a sense
And not listening to the sounds
Being rumbled, is what keeps the young from being solid
To a crumble
Two ears and one mouth is key
So youth listen two times more than you speak
By C E Cheatham
A poem about entering adulthood
Kliff Thee Poet
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Kliff Thee Poet  43/M/Phoenix Arizona
(43/M/Phoenix Arizona)   
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