Shoestring Poetry
Untied and uncut. That real hardcore shit.
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Friday, December 24, 2010
Visit
Christmas in the sticks
Time to leave my concrete home
our Jungle's gotten crowded
while my country stayed alone.
Now Moments from the past
will age and reappear;
When I leave I will keep searching
for what I can't find here.
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