Busy bee

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  1. Posted July 19, 2022 at 5:25 am | Permalink

    Without inspection, I hear your screaming, I’m wrong not right, I won’t give up without a fight, warts in all, how do I manage to still stand tall, I beg of you for not to judge or compare, why all you do is stare, but let go of expectations it passes through the generations, not to lead or feed into the manner by which you speak, not for you the weak, but let me explain, I know it’s a pain, I like to be me, that’s all, I’m small, so let me go on my way, all I got to say, your mind is in disarray , can’t you see, not faulty but guilty, of walking my path and to try, to understand why, it had to be me, so just let me be.
    Anthony Mc Gann.

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