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All comments appreciated. c4c


Chasing around my own shadow
sweatin nough to fill a towel.
Workin hard to hold the javell,
nother lap round an orbital track.

My fathers face I have not seen
Had a job since I first turned teen.
Some say my daily way is extreme,
No slacking for yickity yacking.

A poor boy with a true fishing tale
Hooked an angel, foot on its tail.
Emptied my buckets, set the sail
Beauty lacks, Couldn't keep trapped.

Smoking atop old fabled water
crashing splash from out yonder.
At my feet? My mind wandered...
karma backed, a heaven like pack.