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Here I go again (Free verse) by tadpole
A juicy strawberry. . .
This girl never picked it
A summer's day. . .
Why did I stay inside and let the sun set?
A heart so full, kept mostly locked up
Unkeyed bares the ardor of a playful pup
Am I likened to a misere hoarding a stash,
Or a cultivated garden that I am turning by flame to ash?
Sloth and selfishness too often befriend me
Turning me into my own enemy
So now with haste
These lines I write
As time I waste
Again I take flight
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