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May 2013
Turn back to a world not your own,
All alone, all alone.
A tale of twisted cities,
Spectrums of color and cherry pots.
Toes and thumbs,
No one to change a little cats ***.
Rag time with old friends,
Hey! There's that eye again!
Fleeting rhythms,
Scurrying in the house I loved,
Beach boats, cow hats, and swirling tattoos,
Please help this homeless man find his shoes.
Toast and butter  hold the toe nails please.
The meaning behind me you will never see,
Trapped in my own memory,
Take my hand and watch our world,
Colors explode never alone.
Tangled webs and best friends,
Who was that guy that parted the Red Sea?
Killed the guards, thou shall not ******,
No one else quite like me.
Amy John
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