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And a poem is memorised

now1I was alone at lunch today
it didn’t make me lonely
in fact I was gay
for I realized slowly
alone is freedom
and this lunch table my kingdom

I could do whatever I wanted
things that I hearted
no bitching, no gossiping,
no conversations regurgitating,
I did my own thing
and played the king

I revisited Christopher Robin
He told me about his friend Binker
over sandwich and juice, we got talkin’
and Binker’s quite a thinker
He challenged me to a game
To memorise the poem by his name.

… And like that, a poem is memorised.

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This entry was posted on January 24, 2013 by in Something Like Poetry.

Fighting An Additction

Not One MoreSeptember 12th, 2014
Addiction is a curse one allows upon one's self until it ceases to seek permission. I do not like the idea of a mind controlled by substance. If I can refrain for 30 days, I'd be very impressed with myself.

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