Reading
Maybe he was drunk
maybe he was too sober
Maybe he was sleepy
maybe he had just woken
Maybe he was hungry
maybe he had overeaten
Maybe he was old
maybe he hadn't grown up
Maybe he was weary
maybe he had too much energy
Maybe he was right
maybe he was wrong
Maybe he was blind
maybe he just couldn't read
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writing, reading, thinking, dreaming...like a sea animal living on land and wanting to fly in the air...
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- Longtime hack, sometime quack, onetime rolling stone, wannabe mountaineer, gonnabe good guy... Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land and wanting to fly in the air. -- Carl Sandburg
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