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Thursday, June 30, 2022

a poem i wrote


by walter w johnson iii



i wrote this poem
a long time ago
when i had nothing to do
and nowhere to go

an angel appeared
from out of a cloud
it had something to say
but not out loud

i wanted so bad
for it to be my friend
but all good things
must come to an end

i have no words of wisdom
or any words at all
the world is a bat
and i am a ball

i bounce and i bounce
and look up at the sky
i keep falling back
but i do not know why

the street has a corner
and the corner has a store
it has a sign in the window
but i do not know what for


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