inspirational poetry
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Whatever it was I used to be running from sentenced to and for what… I forgot what I am now running to – at a slower, more mindful pace I may get to ‘to’ or I may not I don’t know youth was escaping on the run from, to…sprinting middle age finds me looking over Read more
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I have grown accustomed to astonishment of others silently, smugly I take their surprise as less personal affront more opportunity to exploit their naiveté-tinged ignorance (when not feeling charitable) making any successes sweeter though I oftentimes regret my haughty self-restraint in not saying ‘I told you so’ actions chat louder than words though aren’t always Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 