FugitivesA Poem by JediMobiusa train station with a nation overlooking the cliff we’re on the drift with dull senses, sharp mind hand your ticket to the picket line protestor in charge we’re still at large with short tempers, long knife trouble brews as the clues bring the puzzle together we’re keepin clever open vision, closed eyes tuck and roll in control as we thicken the plot we’re never caught with curved angles, straight lines and we run
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Added on February 9, 2012 Last Updated on February 9, 2012 AuthorJediMobiusGrand Rapids, MIAboutProperly: a prolifically impassioned, pleasantly pedantic -- paradoxically, poetic & playfully patient -- polymath of progressively populous pursuits proclaiming optimistically the profoundly paramoun.. more..Writing
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