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Believing that I had law and order, and that I could make it passed the border, I was heading west, no longer that stressed down to my last quarters, far removed from the courtship courting as the courter, of the big city’s brick and mortar, I was the good boa, pessoa, the good v4er, the born again reformer, I was the blue warrior bound to make it to the righteous promised land.

On the evening of law and order, I with the driving paws, as the light luggage porter, kept moving towards her majesty, the radio was full of rhapsody, “the tank of the gas of he”, also had me beginning to be thrilled, as the music spilled, I was no longer the mourner,

I was the blue warrior, with the classic’s outloud, thinking about Africa’s newest music was my demand.

On the bold evening of law and order, I with the 70 mph law, as the foreigner, kept moving towards her majesty, the man-lad in me, had the newest piano classics in my soul as the reinforcer, Nigeria Major was the at will performer, I was their newest fantastic man fan, and their newest supporter

I was the blue warrior, with the classic’s outloud, thinking about Africa’s newest music on the channel

My soul on the evening of law and order, the previous fellow, with poetry so raw, who got rejected, from the new yorker, was the 94er explorer, with a little help from the classic’s I was feeling warmer,

The harmony was sounding great and the hands of the workers, must’ve had their off site work ethics in a way tortured. And my minor triangle sound against the seat, on another mile marker meet, of my percussion’s part so profound, couldn’t have been anymore shorter.

I was the blue warrior, with the classic’s sound, thinking about Africa’s newest disciples of Chopin and Handel

Pleading with my search for a new land, on another repeat day, I was again to be an offroad dormer, and I with my sleep, with my offroad counting sheeps, as my brain’s absorber, and the alarm clock as my warder, began seeing again the blue setting of the search for a new lands arbors, I was sleep smarter, not harder, I said bye bye reality I was a daytime goner.

I was the blue warrior, heading into the drastic new town, under sleep, under another classical music’s foreign bandwidth’s/width of the band. To ride again in the dream land though was the plan though.

- AD

- 5/26/24

- 12:31pm

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