In All Things Poem by Timothy Long

In All Things



Let the flow be,
be the human tree,
duties are of the galore,
failure brings deaths door,
minds will be foggy,
the process is soggy,
only ideas spoken remain,
only spoken but not refrained,
words infect,
carry on the will,
your a human,
with much to fulfill!

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Timothy Long

Timothy Long

Auburn, New York
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