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What I am:
Son of a Sam; Green eggs and sweet ham; Half worth a damn. Once proudly a stranger: A rude, roaming ranger; Cheap channel changer; Dancing with danger. Yet never knowing Where it is, I was going. Juices kept flowing. Moths flap round bulbs glowing. Swirling through cesspool. Keeping up with my cool. Scooby lunchbox from school, Glass thermos, my jewel. Sun, it says yes. Moons reassess. Ripped up restlessness. Turn toward success. Sail at full mast. Feet forward fast. Time holds its’ glass. This too tries to pass. Flywheel keeps spinning Pistons pulse pumping Cranking and pushing Big Wheels growl and humming 6/22/21
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