Matthew B.Star Poems

I walk alert, the woods are a dangerous place. I whip my head around, it shakes the heavy clock I am wearing.
My Conrad trails behind jabbering away, complaining, of all things!
I held up my gloved hand, he fell silent. He was experienced but quite foolish.
But he new better than to disobey.
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I am chatting with my friend, Oldrich,
She walks by,
I stare, but do not realize I am staring,
My friend slaps my back to the present,
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