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A Poem

Page to page

Is a flip away

From a mistake

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But a Poem that scrolls

Becomes a story

Told completely in your control

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The phone is a reflection

As time passes on

No matter the struggles

Keep on keepin' on

She was as nice

As an ice cold beer


The loudest bark

You ever did hear


With fur as black

As the crisp night air


Critters and robbers

Beware


She stood at the window

Guarding her fam


Barking to let everyone know

She would fight to the end


One day her master walked in his house

With ol' Stella by his side


Her hair stood straight up

On the back of her hide


She knew something wasn't right

With only a sniff of her nose


She charged up the stairs

And ran that burglar out

Turning him as white as a ghost


Half German

Half lab

She was a shepherd at heart


Taking care of her family

Was her favorite part


Goodbye good girl

We'll see you someday


Now take a load off in heaven

While you forever watch us play



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This is my first note to myself.


Record room mics

The live stream works

Nothing like hearing for the first time.

fuckin' production work.

11:38


pick a game

stay a while

setup a guitar

in your favorite style

11:52


See a smile

Hide a face

Nothing to see

But there is a trace

11:54


Record the mics

Let it slip

No ones watching

Get a grip

11:55




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Kaleo was a band that played in an ice berg that has since melted.


What if in earths lifetime we were able to prove that was not the only time you could play in an ice berg at that latitude and longitude.


And what if we played a song each time an ice berg came back in that spot to prove a reversal of the ice caps melting.


If you think we can. Thumbs up.


If you think we can't. Thumbs down.

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