My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Friday, May 29, 2015
God
I'll give my heart to the world
but first
let me taste
success
so my heart knows
what it's like
to live.
bob jenkens
Still have yesterdays slivers protruding out of my hands
I'm on lunch now. working on a roof thismorning on 4 foot centers. hope i don't have to risk my life so much after lunh.
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