Golden BoyA Poem by Alfred KukitzFinding what makes us truly our own.
I'm heading into the dynamism of myself,
looking to return to the golden ness I once bore. If you see me in the treetops, Or find me wrapped around a constellation laughing my metaphorical head off, You know, I know, The golden boy is home.
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5 Reviews Added on July 20, 2014 Last Updated on July 20, 2014 AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more.. |

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