Wandering streets
trippen down…
Waken morning
there are not many,
cruising town…
A soft distant hope
on a sunny day
passing time
smoked a little dope
aimlessly
wandering away…
i’ll get real high
navigating
in space and time…
Hidden treasures,
now is that!
A crime?
Pannr’s
setting up shop,
in a hope..
To fill a pocket
full of chump change…
As to, their worldly
and within, a greedy, gain…
Crimson stop
to write, a few rhymes
Tim Hortons Donut shop,
spending time,
wasting days..
All this wasted
out of my mind…
Well , amazing words go with an amazing creation.
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