On A Short Stroll With A Libra.
On A Short Stroll With A Libra.
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I am a techno-pop
flower child,
springing from
an I-pod vine,
sprouting from
my thirsty ears,
quick stepping
to sweet riffs,
down a breezy avenue.
My world is a
musical carousel,
no dull traffic
noise for me,
As I diddy-bop
to the coffee shop,
for my morning buzz.
Fertilizer for
my anemic mind,
Poetry sleeps there,
as my sketchbook hangs
idle under my arm.
I long for a nook
with a vinyl bench,
where I can
immerse myself
beneath a cap of chino,
and cultivate the
garden of my mind.
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