I like to think that
I capitalized on
the hurried
misspent years
of my youth
making things up
as I went along
chances flittered
to the winds
only to come to rest
like so much
confetti
trampled underfoot
after a parade.
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I like to think that I capitalized on the hurried misspent years of my youth making things up as I went along chances flittered to the winds only to come to rest like so much confetti trampled underfoot after a parade.
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