
Chances are
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lost in the lists
of honey dos and better nots,
meal plans and groceries,
hash browns or tater tots?
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a journey of detours,
avoidance and doubt,
a foggy confusion
of what it’s about.
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life in a birdcage
of gilded schedule, pseudo dance;
find your boat and what floats it
give the magic carpet a chance.
~~~
it’s that eat your dessert first thing,
you never know; the towers could fall.
warmth, awakening still elusive
if existent at all.
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/lsc
I’m late I’m late.
Mode of transportation without wheels – magic carpet
lists. a couple anyhow
Oh now I love your magic carpet ride. Such a relatable poem, live life to the fullest! KUDOS, Earthling! ❤
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