Reflections of My Perceptions
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weary of my travels
hoping to plant some apples
upon falling, heard like cattle,
as well as the snake's rattle
good vs evil, a constant battle
i ride in, no horse nor saddle
instead i wrestle and grapple
with myself, attempting to break my mental shackles
with nothing to show for my efforts but this babble
hoping to plant some apples
upon falling, heard like cattle,
as well as the snake's rattle
good vs evil, a constant battle
i ride in, no horse nor saddle
instead i wrestle and grapple
with myself, attempting to break my mental shackles
with nothing to show for my efforts but this babble
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