At the blink of an eye
do you feel it?
I can tell you how I feel about you
“You don’t take a photograph. You make it.” – Ansel Adams
passing time because no one seems to find it
Tryna be a playa, but I can’t stay long
in a world gone mad..
he sits at his typewriter getting drunk off old root beer and writes poems about old men getting drunk on root beer and writing poems.
“It isn’t” she protested. “It’s balancing a paper insert!”
You’ve been chasing that foolish dream to hell and back.
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