Crack my knucklesA Poem by Jon Roggie
Goes along with my back.
Sometimes, you just have to stretch. Wash off the dirt, and the blood. Feel the ache in your body. Sit looking at what you have done. Now, it would be pleasant to see the results, but the time waiting adds to the beauty. As each day passes, I watch a new world grow.
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Added on April 30, 2016 Last Updated on April 30, 2016 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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