by James McDuffie
9/8/2003
And that’s all there was,
A brief moment of communication,
To convey my thoughts,
My plans, my ideas, my life.
Laugh at the spaced utter,
But that sound is prepratory.
I thought what to say,
Contemplated the path.
Forward I went with wide eyes,
Expertly, revealing my plans.
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