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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Saturday, March 12, 2016
it is what it is
I don't know
That you know this
About me
I'm just a screw up
Theoretically
maybe even genetically
I won't show
My chromozones
Are array
But
How does luck know?
Bob Jenkens
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