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I'm
just a bit off
the path
I'm fairly certain
that I don't have a recipe
and there's
no expert on me

I'm
the song I write
with my heart
everyday
I could always be someone
new
when I needed to

but now I've no need

I'm
full of possibilities
no one ever else
like me
now
I'm the one in whom
I believe
the original
malcontent
making the best of
what will be
will be

when I glance
into my morning mirror
there's a smile
not the fear
that there used to be

I'm
wearing the skin
I'm supposed to be in
and wearing the scars
I earned
both bravely and
clumsily

I know
I didn't arrive here
without getting a bit tarred and un-feathered
or a bit wounded
I've been named
the freak of the week
full of cheek
and feisty as hell

but its my claimed story
the ooze of it
the hoary gore bore of it,
not the sweet sell

who you see
is what you get
and
I ain't ever gonna be
completely done
yet
you can't count me out
nor ring that
final bell

I'm
an original's
original
I've made
my own grades
I've picked myself up
so often
I'm certain now I can tell...
how I can learn
to manage most anything

I'm
looking forward
to that last less wilder ride
down the hill

its been hard
its been fun
its what I chose
what chose me
in the long run

I'm so grateful
to find you here
with me
we're together
through it all

you're the gravy
you're the laughter
you're the comfort
you're the man
I'm so fortunate
to have met
do you know
how much I feel
I've won






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Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

10:58am PST May 26, 2017 date/time stamped

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