Yesterday while asking myself questions about nothing, something came to mind
I had to choose, lose my place or sleep in a hollow log . . .
Balancing myself, interests in taking the middle road, t-shirt and jeans would be enough to make it seem so true or was it some one a moment never new, mis steak in it was you.
That is why I am always glad to find lines and curves
Which clam me down and flatten your yield curve ,
twos and tens pull together
And the spread would shmooze the duration I choose
I used to spend my lunch hour looking for my muse
Only to find the endscape, get away from it all, make 50 okonomiyaki before its too late
What tower goes there, speak before the cock crows or the light fails to show
Had I been , then I would win being grateful for these last few furtive feelings .
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