I try, sometimes.
Mostly, I just do but that's only on occasion.
Writing and rewriting and standing on guard.
Sometimes, I don't.
This and that and bric-a-brac.
I'm a poet.
Yeah, I'm a poet.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
2 days ago
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