It's 4: 20 All Of The Time Poem by Howard Dalton
It's 4: 20 All Of The Time
A Cloud Of Smoke That Calms My Mind
That Keeps Running Backwards Most Of The Time
Walking Down This Rocky Road Is Fine
If It's 4: 20 All Of The Time, I Can Find
Solace In A Letter Of A Word
Stretched In Sentence Never Heard
Paraphrased In All My Hurt
Cutting Out This Tumor And I'm Cured
In My Space, My Time, I've Seen Your Ugly
I've Looked Straight Through You
Seen All That's Real In You
And Found You Are Beautiful
In The Lessons That You Gave
Kept Me Strong, I Did Not Cave
I Now Smile At Memories Saved
A Calm Mind, When It's 4: 20 All Of The Time
Howie Joe
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5/10/2024 10:53:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely rhythm, lovely rhymes and almost rhymes, and lovely choice of verbs to give this poem movement, the repetition of the title...... all equal a great poem.... or song.... I swear this poem sits there on the page singing.