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restored (gone fishing)

seen my favorite live band play  
on Tuesday  
first time in nine years  
 
last time, I walked fifty miles  
along back roads in Vermont  
they said it was the end  
took 'em a couple years to decide  
it wasn't over, took me  
a few more  
 
closest paycheck  
that won't bleed my life  
of its love  
is three thousand miles west  
decided yes today    
 
the kingdoms doors are wide open  
 
the self that banished  
is discussing serendipity with spores  
 
the kids still find fresh water  
and splash  
 
the fool always was the king  
and sharpens his tongue
on the philosophers lost stone
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 5th Nov 2013
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