Riding The Greyhound... - Poem by Derrick Clark
My destiny, is to travel to, the city of angel's.
Imagining, all race's, and talented-people.
With my, ' three-dimensional talent's, I fit in well.
As I, aboard the bus, ready to leave my city.
In deep-thought's, ready to pursue my career.
The Lean-Mean the Poet, as well,
fitness, and street-blend martial-art performer.
Wishing someday, that my final hour's is coming.
Knowing this trip, from Ohio to Cali, it a long-ride.
Using my visionary skill's, sometime in my life.
All my dreams, going to come true.
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