My friends
By my side
Shoulder to shoulder
I think to myself,
"Is this belonging?"
My pack
Howling loud
Flank to flank
I think to myself,
"Is this belonging?"
My family
Speaking soft
Hand in hand
I think to myself,
"This is belonging."
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A Bushel of Complaints
PoetryJust a whole mumbo jumbo of poetry. Some of this stuff can get pretty deep, so read cautiously. I don't want your hate, by the way, so be nice. Thanks, and enjoy.
