Jordan Salinas

The birds fly,
south of these lands.
Foolish to think such things.
A crayon does speak my mind,
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7 days, know no fear
6 people shed a tear
5 birds drink beer
4 men linger asteer
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Wind in this hair, its nowhere but all in my mind.
Can it see the joy it brings me?
Or does it only breathe its wisdom unto my being.
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Hot day,
goes away.
Come back
now to stay.
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Do not think it over,
Do not question the motive.
Its not for us to tell,
or them to know.
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I hear the girls behind me chatter,
mindless rantings filled with spic and spatter.
They speak of things,
I find no interest.
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I see the screen,
it blinks back at me.
Do not speak to me,
or attempt any faulse pretenses.
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Pandora's cube,
or was it a box?
A cardboard box of riches,
or a lavish estate of rags.
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