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Wild West

9/28/2014

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Smoking like a lonely cowboy,
I rock out amongst my toys.
Now a day beckons to explore,
A method remains to be destroyed -
Gone forever because who needs methods.
They are but a choice to be inspected.
One way or the other we come through
So why be blue?
Because your method told you
Such and sew?
Whoa.
Language is confusing sometimes did you know?
A gnarly flow of which I have already let go,
But I continue it because it says so.
Ready for more I drop a line for sure,
Continuing on a explore the deep shores
Seeing what treasure lays below the gorge.
Oh Lord.
That's a mighty nice treasure I've been searching for.


Emanuel Caparelli

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