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UP OFF THE GROUND
Dedicated to learning the rules so
he can defend others
He rides his bike on the snowy road
white breath streaming from his nostrils
So much to learn such a high cost
thoughts of comfort at the end
brought warmth to his body
Promised an easy road once
completing his journey
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He hits black ice and skids almost falling
he relaxes and goes with the flow
because ...
Wednesday 1st February 2017 6:26 am
WORDS
Where were the words
why couldn't we talk
So much I wanted to say
but the words got caught in my throat
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Why did the magnet push us apart
when there were words to say
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Could it be different at a different time
was it just the timing
I don't know
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So awkward
So off beat
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We couldn't get the timing
of the dance
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Yet the magnet d...
Friday 9th December 2016 3:21 am
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