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Aug 2020
There are no doors a rappin
There are no shoes a tappin
There are no butterflies a flappin
There are no hands a clappin

It as if nothing happened
Nothing gained or lackin
Another suitcase to be packin

My heart is still
Steadfast my mind

At least there is peace... again goodbye
4:10am dunno bout this one. Maybe I should try to do this more often. I like the last two stanzas but I dont know if i like how they vibe with the flow.  I was going for a countdown of sorts 4 3 2 1
Ryan Clark
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Ryan Clark  Hawaii
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