I might be surprised to write poetry,
all the stories,
except for those who know.
I can write about anything,
space, and the world between.
Delicate puffs of life,
poet pots are filled with
leaking more than words.
I have all durable
love-relationship life.
Feet firmly on the ground,
thoughts of riding around everywhere,
up to heaven.
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