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*Ever since I was growing up I've been walking a rocky path Each long night wouldn't be the first Nor would it be the last Now this is something most of the time I've only felt in my heart But never before did I feel it straight Until one cold hike in the dark I got spikes in the grass Mud on my shoes Blood on my hands But nothing to lose Skin full of needles Head full of hope Time to get back on the slope (I hope) Ever since I was a college boy My monochrome scarf from France Accompanied me on the bleakest of days Though I guess it wasn't meant to last Because I got spikes in the grass Mud on my shoes Blood on my hands But nothing to lose Skin full of needles Head full of hope Time to get back on the slope*
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Needles and Hope
*Ever since I was growing up I've been walking a rocky path Each long night wouldn't be the first Nor would it be the last Now this is something most of the time I've only felt in my heart But never before did I feel it straight Until one cold hike in the dark I got spikes in the grass Mud on my shoes Blood on my hands But nothing to lose Skin full of needles Head full of hope Time to get back on the slope (I hope) Ever since I was a college boy My monochrome scarf from France Accompanied me on the bleakest of days Though I guess it wasn't meant to last Because I got spikes in the grass Mud on my shoes Blood on my hands But nothing to lose Skin full of needles Head full of hope Time to get back on the slope*
I wrote this poem after falling into a thorn bush and getting myself out at the cost of my favourite capped beanie and Paris scarf. --- © Jordan Dean "Mystery" Ezekude
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
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