The poem that gave me
Such delight,
When it seminated from the page
Last night.
Has dried up in the
Morning Sun,
Convex curving in upon itself,
Potential Running
Back into the dark
Soil.
The day's sharpness
My only foil.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
RandomI'm forty two and in danger of falling through the cracks of mediocrity; also known as a midlife crisis. I don't drive, so I can't buy a fancy car to fix it. I love my wife, so I can't have an affair with another woman. This book is part of my attem...
