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A Poem by Joz
WE must get up, get out, and now work harder.If WE don't have cars, then let's take the charter.There's no express lanes, no breaks for water,Just ups..
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A Poem by Joz
Bob holds dearly his bipolar disorder,Holding near the feeling floating over his shoulders.He's crossing the borders,Dumpster diving then striving tow..
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A Poem by Joz
It's the despised demise of those two eyes.It's the pain, the cries, the shrieks, and lies.It's the short hello's to long goodbyes,And all these signs..
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A Poem by Joz
Armor pierced, falling on broken knees.I gasp for air, but all i receive are these.Swords,Penetrating clean, penetrating deep.Glinting neat blue steel..
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