spinning having
to realize
it’s never going
to be an
easy walk
especially
now
the world
being
the way it
is
sixty books
filled with
random thoughts
no matter
what you
call ‘em
still
thought
somehow
harnessed
long enough
to be
captured
as if by
camera
the way it
is
up in smoke
dad would
say
think about
him every night
remember
being his boy
only
yesterday
mental
pictures
bring you
back to
the way it
is
no hardly
a car
drives by
no noise
‘cept those
natural
ones so
much has
changed
from then to today
the way it
is…
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