why,
why must my mind float,
float so far in to the ocean,
on a boat,
a boat made of strong roach,
growing thoughts
in me brain compartment
that have no rational
like the socks department
of Walmart next to the Starbucks
on exit 15 on the i95
looking back on the poem
that i wrote as high as Ben Bowen
i feel a sensation
that me reputation
is less than Croatian asians
i must say
i would appolagise
all day
if i had the chance
i love you
my followers
live my dream
love
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of
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