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What I am:
Yes ma'am. Green eggs and ham; Half a damn. Once a stranger: Rude, roaming ranger; Cheap channel changer; Dancing with danger. Yet never knowing Where I was going. Juices kept flowing. Moths flap round bulbs glowing. Swirling through cesspool. Keeping 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 shall pass. Flywheel keeps spinning Pistons pulse pumping Cranking and pushing Big Wheels keep humming 6/22/21
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