I write of my city walks
The sandwiches I eat
I write of the solitude
And the presence
I think you will laugh
I think your elbows are distant clouds
I walk the rail road lines
I say nothing for days
I plot my take
On the world
In rain puddles
With a November
Leaf
As chief science officer
I love this. So good!
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Thank you!
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I adore the simplicity, the clarity of this piece, naive haircuts.
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Thanks. Simple and clear is the direction I’ve been aiming for lately. I appreciate the comment. Thanks!
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Carry on!
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