Josey Tom Biography

I wanted to read
But they expected me to plead
I wanted to fly
But they clipped my wings
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It was a Notebook...
Neatly bound, crisp and antiseptic
Parents took him to the Church
The nuns kissed him and the priests blessed him
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Mind stops talking
Body ceases to move
Eyes flirt furtively with the roof
Ears chooses to sleep
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We sell flowers
But our lives are devoid of fragrance
We sell delicious food
Still we lead tasteless lives
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Sometimes my mind wonder...
Where to wander?
Should I walk back to my past?
Which is very vast
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