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Jul 2013
Ever had an inkling, yet nowhere to begin?
Ever lay awake thinking things, ponderings in your head?
Ever fiddle and fidget and wonder and wain?
Ever feel the need to abound, not to behave?
Ever see a sight so wondrous and rare?
Ever want something you just couldn't place there?
Ever know the unknown?
Ever drove just to drove?
Ever ran down a street even though it a cove?
These are some things not ever so ratchet,
There is the itch, now go forth and scratch it.
James Tyler
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James Tyler  Memphis
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