Sitting next to Mike
Staring at an abandoned? magna bike
Its trash on the road
and I don't know what wind will blow
Making up this song as I go along
Fourth of July fireworks in the sky
Just trying to get high as time drags by
Beads of persperation drip down a furrowed brow
This weathers taking toll
And I can't find happiness no matter how deep I dig in this bowl
Everything's flashy and gay
But I just want this day to dissipate and blow away
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Hey mouse, I like you use of punctuation. I just wrote a poem, probably crap, and thought of you and your talent. I hope you are well and beating the dragon rather than chasing it... take care!
Dawn
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