Nick Krakana

A graceful motion is exposed
From a pen that rolls

Across the page it's mission unfolds
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They would sit and stair
As clouds of steam filled the air
Fish head soup brewed in there
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A graceful motion is exposed
From a pen that rolls

Across the page it's mission unfolds
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Some call home a place of bricks from clay
Others mark dates on calendars each day

My cousin John traveled the bush his way
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There's a man here
With an umbrella
Waiting to see
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That day George Orwell wrote about
Back then now is here

When neighbor, friend or stranger
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There is a world
We do not see

It passes by
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Christmas time
Brings back to mind

All those memories
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'Its ok i got this said he'
As he stooped over to fasten in the pin
In his nefarious mind he did no such thing
No pin was set on his trailer by he
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A graceful motion is exposed
From a pen that rolls

Across the page it's mission unfolds
...