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Poetry By: Jazzman Park

passing rythyms of words.

Submitted:Jan 19, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

To will away what i used to Play,

Patience my grasp , only flaws delay,

Seeking the thrill , accepting the fray,

Revere the soul , no matter the day,

To charge ahead , the past takes no hold,

Make what is mine , never give in to the fold,

Less to resign , more to behold,

My story only mine , only mine to be told,


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