LinesA Poem by willwebI was never one for coloring inside them and boundaries…just something to step over sitting in my car at a fast-food restaurant wondering why it is so slow then counting 16 goods in the cart before me while reading a sign that states 15 items or less And there are those that I write, futile at best, never straight, never short or long enough just there, expecting something, like a script to a play that has been tossed in the bin, what is there to be said now as the mirror shows me that they are there as well, they are there as well, maybe I am moving to the front maybe I wish it were
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