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i forget....
My inner core suffers with plethora of memories'
mostly hurting some they bring a smile on my face
over time i have obtained the collection
sheaf' i wish i could auction
like a thunderbolt it hits me while i am riding my 1972 standard 350
fulminates the mood making it risky
how can i forget that face
who left me without a trace
ever since lifes been a race
promises and lies trade
emotions were literally raped
the vagabond wanderlust' traveling poet you have made
happy and alive but you wish i was dead'............
