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Jun 2010
For some strange reason,
by some weird force,
I was drawn to my book
as the open land
does a horse
Like:
                  Addict; drug
                        as
                  dust; under the rug
so deeper and deeper I dug
to find more words
and more verbs.
More adventures in my brain
as I seek to entertain
        -a rhythm to maintain
              -but no tempo to sustain
Written By Matthew Cuellar
Matthew Cuellar
Written by
Matthew Cuellar
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