Many times i sit and think
How life can be so good, yet stink
And then I look and see the truth
That life is like the voting booth
You make your choise and mark it well
And then it's up to time to tell
What fate has in store will soon be found
To pound you head first to the ground...
How life can be so good, yet stink
And then I look and see the truth
That life is like the voting booth
You make your choise and mark it well
And then it's up to time to tell
What fate has in store will soon be found
To pound you head first to the ground...
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it is a possibility...most of the time my poems reflect just a short thought that popped into my head as i was sitting around with nothing to do...i dont know if i can expand this one in particular as i have trouble going back over what i have already done and continuing. The flow just isnt the same. But i have been thinking about writing new poems based on similar ideas with a bit more length to them. Most of these i am posting now were written about 5 years ago.
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