Get it together
Get it together
I be sick wondering
Here not strength
To resist all the times
That we are found
On the mind I wonder
Here I be saved
I wonder here to
My grave meet
Me there I be
Sick in love with
Love I love you
So much maybe
We can e-mail
In touch get me
With up get me
Quick like sand
And time and
Behind the hands
That tic their tock
Untwined by time.
poem by David E. Patton
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