Mind drifts this way sometimes
I won't be sad,To let this year go.
Not enough highs,
To many lows:
Having trouble coalescing thoughts,
As I go about my days.
There's not much more,
for me to say, Except.
Could someone explain to me why,
There's potholes in my potholes.
That I can clearly see,
Surely it's not buy one get one free.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-12-01 at 04:07
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