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Mensage to a friend
May 31, 2017
They made me sing a sad song,
Those that don't grow.
So, I found my road and I drove by my own.
Suddenly, my AI didn't work anymore
and my wife said it was good.
So, I found my road and I drove by my own.
But, sometimes I still so confused:
How can I miss what once I refused?
But, I know there are two sorts of love:
The one that grow the other that blows.
So rose, don't leave my road.
So road, don't leave my rose.
And both, don't leave my love.
© Daniel M., Phoenix, AZ
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