Friday, June 8, 2018

poem of the day June 8


I picked out an answer
from the daily show of life
one that was neither wrong
but also neither right 
Somewhere in the middle
was the fence I often sat
balancing on a can of fear 
placed near my ear
that sat atop my hat
I knew my path depended 
on the ending tucked under my bed
So I bought a truck 
touched the magic dragons for luck 


then made my way toward head

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