A hook or twist
Is in the flick of the wrist
Has he lost it
As he stares in the sky
His heart cries
At times he wishes his die
At times I'll go into a zone maybe a dimensional circle or deep Meditation possibly a trance and start walking,talking or writing MY thoughts and ideas then melt and blend together bonding as a Whole like 100 drops of different colors in a jar,I'll shake And mix it in a ink-well, It's then applied on paper with minor changes, Yes I now truly believe its ready to post and possibly a good roast? And remember "Al the Green Rain Train" is an excellent book to learn English (Alfred Guajardo)
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