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taken from my book, "Interstate Freedom"

Submitted: April 08, 2016

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Submitted: April 08, 2016





The righteous ping pong thoughts

Where have they came from?

And why do they belong here

In a world so dreary and dead?

I look to my left

And I look to my left

There's nobody here

How can this not be death?

The wonders of my love

For Mai-Lan

Is all that keeps me movin' along

In a world so cold

__I couldn't give a damn for anything else

____but bein' hers

All hurt and sore, I am

What's the plan?

I ain't got none

Just going to patiently wait

For the magic to come back

No, I'm not smoking crack

Why do you ask?

Is it too much to ask

If I could have any of her?

Is it because she's a newcomer?

Why do I keep falling for newcomers?

Well, when her 6 more months is up

I'll still be broke as fuck

I need some one who will give me

8 or 9 months

So I guess she's not the one


I just wanna lay here and die

She's not going to be mine

I can tell she doesn't want to be owned

So I am on my own

I just hate bein' alone

I shouldn't have to put up with this

Aren't I sorry enough

__for what I've done?


__I get it

I never repaired the damages done

So much for true love


04-04-'16 #2

D. L. Cannon

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