Fresh
Location
There's a coursing river coming right at you
no dams or cares that's a fact.
But I hope you know something,
this honesty isn't fantasy.
I'm not a funny page,
I'm imbuing knowledge
without the proper age.
There's no wisdom,
just wit and something dumb.
Now everything's gone into a fade
I've only taken,
I've got to change before I hit the grave.
This poem is about:
Me
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