Lost & Found
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Repenting, consenting, & life moves
toward what I'm writing for a few
minutes, never planned out, as to not be
played out, so, I'll keep within this
present moment thought, intuitive &
perceptive, to let you know, I live & I'll
die, so bye bye, but before that time, I
may just rhyme, with a reason, for a
season, to leave a mark, set, & go
forward, toward this way of forever.
Rock in’ Rock in’ Roll ya’ll... How are
you? In a void of blue, with what you do,
& how you move through... I’m a
space-cadet today, it’s what I say, my
mind is in the sky, & I can fly... All
things pure, the allure I’m sure, God
within, so I’ll sin, & take everything in
the lost & found bin... Yes, I’m rhyming
with timing, & the thing is, I’m glad, not
sad, not mad, a rather silly way to be for
me.
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