A bending road lies before me,
Dark, with a dashed snow bisecting.
Sprawling miles and county, she
Towards my final destination is directing.
And as I peer over the wheel,
my hands to steer, the road appeals
To my intrigue as to whether she
Really leads where she says she does.
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Not From Chicago.
PoetryThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
