Thirty three years
Three hundred sixty
Odd days
Dwelling in no man's land
One moment of know time
Encompassing the all
The knowing and experiance
Conqured the land
As far
And wide
As the bubble would go
Now now
She is top monkey
Among all the weirdness
This then be mine
With no one else avaliable
To run the show
Of her owned space
Sur the real
Complimentary ironic in nature
Laughing at her given visuals
Playing inside
Like a movie of what if
Maybe maybe knot
Both sides being even
Break the tie..
Gen votes for the
3rd peice.
Snapped off from both ends
The little bit
Of both.
Then all are winners
We found the point
From which to think from again.
©wrennie
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