Many folks from your/
now and future won’t know your past/
save you reveal some.
This came off of a meme which said:
“So many people from your past know a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore.”
Many folks from your/
now and future won’t know your past/
save you reveal some.
This came off of a meme which said:
“So many people from your past know a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore.”
It’s strange to feel so/
completely lost, deep in the/
midst of your own field.
I am drawn deeply and/
completely into the/
techno blue screen blues.
Out on a tree’d hill he stood,
walking in the buggy grass;
never caring he was that good;
never thinking to place high in his class.
‘Neath scaled hickories without effort
(it seemed), he read, wrote, studied.
With his cousins on and in X’d videos he’d cavort,
whether the paths were pulsing, dry or muddied.
He sparred with great wit and thought
as he discussed, with authors, literature.
He pondered and argued upon what he got
from reading ancient and revealed Scripture.
At last, now, as BigEP reaches a good childhood’s end,
Let us salute the brain’d heights of this Salutatorian!
How do you wake up/
your wife to view the Wolf Moon/
eclipse? Howl loudly.
When folks get drenched to/
their cores, their souls more eas’ly /
find paths to connect.
Once upon a time/
my Sunday School teacher said: /
“Shape Up!” So I did!
When you’re always wrong,/
perhaps you’ll learn to not speak,/
or check facts better.
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