split it on loose leaf untill no paper left to pour the rest of narrative it's imperative "I tell you the truth" indiscreetly reputedly leaking urban legend "allegedly" doesn't mean its fictitious even if a words intentionally misspelled it's not a misprint every step is calculated strategically estimated turned in sheets must be graded on the curve steer from the humdrum at times one must play dum and blind "what's that" nothing nevermind thoughts trail behind how many times seen the sign a insignia in the mind no longer recollect a dream but know I was there because I seen all the stairs I had to climb no railing on the side slippery steps couldn't help but to slide into demise then I opened my eyes no wonder to see here no treasure to seek here it's a message to be here
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Indeed, my dear "Son" whose fertile poetic mind has continued to overflow over the years; knowing that not only is life, not a "crystal stairway", but is more often a "winding staircase" with so much creativity around each corner's mission purpose. Continue to nourish us, Poet Wize. Peace and Love, Baba, mlowe5poems by this commentor
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