Down this road
so bleak, so slow
this long road
is familiar to know
in the warm
and in the cold
every week
its compton road
it leads to church
and a waterfall
some wood, my friends
and thats not all
i drive down this road
every weekend
i've been on this road
even at my wit's end
its like universal information
a road with curves but no complication
my favorite road in the whole nation
this road even has a Mobil gas station
in the warm
and in the cold
every week
its compton road
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Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)
Poetrythis is a collection of poems reaching all the way back to August 2007, slowly but surely i'm adding them all in. NOTE: they are in reverse chronological order. also, not yet completely edited.