January 2012
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I want to go back to my old ways.
A loose pair of clothes from too much wear
Coffee cheap and thick - staining teeth
Pocket change more valuable than any bank account…
My name means nothing
but I will carve it in this tree
as I walk down the crooked river
collecting broken glass.
Bits of color and shine.
Yes - those days were mine.
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December 2011
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