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Oct 2014
on
days like today id wake up Early,

leave my house around six oClock,
n
jog along an open Road;

roaming where the Wild things are:.




an
arching Path of narrow Trees,

teeming with Bones -- n flowing Marrow, -

..rowing boats with open Sail,

sailing the Coast -- of crows n Sparrows..




- rows of Golden -- golden Sand, -

..standing in the glass ive Broken..

- kinder Gardens -- carved in Tinsel,

sullen Ghouls in foolish Garments,,



a
misting Muse of musical Grace -

..racing through the moving Swings..

- singing me Through -- a ruthless Maze.

..gazing at its Beautiful -- beautiful Wings.
-


i
think i lost my Way,
im
way beyond an honest misTake...
ive
taken off n gone aStray;
a
mangy Dog -- is all i Found.


.
Zombee
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Zombee
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