catmartan
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CATEGORY
life
Chasing the dollar
trying to get it in
straightening my collar
pockets wearing thin
running backwards
I can't stand the wind
knocked to my feet
I had to take the fall
but that want stop me
on my knees I crawl
moving slowly
but still in the race
this winner is running
to win the paper chase.
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COMMENTS
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The Immortal Wize says: I sit back in my chair and smile at this great work of a poetess. |
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catmartan says: Thanks Wize Dom!!!!!! |
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2b2b2 says: Fresh Flow.....Bravo |
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royale Jones says: Nice floetry! Crammed into a vivid act! |
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