March 27, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized 5 Comments Disability Disability. It rules your world Until you are alone When you stand up Throw your wheelchair to the wall And dance Single Going steady Smoking reefer again’ the pain Feelin’ good inside, nevermind The outer Stupid clubbers Who at nightfall forget what they Object to. And “go crazy” when in fact Their sanity is just in sight. I’ve been crazy and I know what a delicate feeling it is Not for the weak Its strength Lies in the Outermost threads of Our youth where we learn to Be strong. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
dats it!
but easy to say
good evenin Bruce
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Hi I_G – how are you todyy – I trust you have had a good one?
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Yes! BS!
it was good. how abt urs
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I found and ate all the eggs before the children woke up so I am saited, thanks.
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