Friday, September 2, 2011

More Crickets

let the chips fall where they may
but these school yard games
I can no longer play. 

childhood seems so far gone
the fresh start rises
with tomorrow's pink dawn. 

this poem might seem boring, 
drawing out a hard-earned yawn, 
but it won't be long till sunrise
it won't be long at all

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