Fresh Poem by Jacob Bland

Fresh



Time's gone by
Land moves fast
Every open field
A pathway to the past

A new journey ahead
A new quest to take on
A new start is here
The old me is gone

A new country
New places
New people
New faces

Out with the old
I got a clean slate
In with the new
And I'm feeling great

Wednesday, August 26, 2015
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Jacob Bland

Jacob Bland

Mission Viejo, California
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