Blowing The Dust Off Our Individuality

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Blowing the dust off our individuality
Making sure our hands have the proper grip
Clutching the pen to jot a delicate ode
Black coffee; bold inscriptions with each sip

Once awake, I turn to the written word
Exacting the notes conjured; never by rote
Lost with the margins of a fool’s errand
I’m quiet, but compassion might just be the antidote

Lady, I Don’t Mind If You Look

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Lady, I don’t mind if you look
Hell, I’ll give you a wink & a twirl
Alas, that’s all I can give
I can’t go home with you, girl

For my bride awaits my arrival
These eyes still see, yet never roam
I’m just a simple guy
Knowing exactly what I have at home