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, December 22, 2018
How wrong it is "If it bleeds it leads"
Crab up a rig
And run it dry
Blow an air bubble
Right in your eye
From your elbow
To your thigh
Top of your feet
You can always rely
That bubble?
Has to travel farther
Into your eye
But you can't see
How wrong it is
Bob Jenkens
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