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chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
got a set of eyes falling apart
so fucking tired
they feel wrong
these are my lost ways
clumsily rolling around in my skull

i'll have some grapes though
fruit does work
and i have not stopped my own slavery of self
all the while vineyards and orchards hire help

why can't i get help
where are my feet headed?
all i know is confused by a master plan of someday

(part I)
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    blah blah.

    mm, BLAH!
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    where are my feet headed

    fucking priceless
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
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