Under Bridge

Underbridge I learnt  the only person you can trust is yourself  With handwritten reminders on the wall for myself  My hand-drawn maps on the concrete above me  I don't mind doing nothing.  Underbridge I layed bricks of ideas  Mixed mortal of hope  Building tomorrow to the climax  Not minding what the days may ask.  In battle with the set-back  glimmers...

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My Little Pet

My little pet  the heartbeat at my feet,  the white-headed pooch.  The memory of your love for the couch,  and those hard dry crackers,  still flows in me.  Cued into your emotions,  always there ready to lend a paw,  share...

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If Tomorrow Comes

Today,  the day the Lord has made,  looking at clock, it ticks eight,  in a matter of time, would begin to fade  not minding your stakes.  Joggle all day  wishing for a slice of luck.  not minding what might knock.  If...

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