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Introverted Sage

Introverted Sage

Shot

No doubt in the Divine.
The rhymes aren’t just mine.
Life choices.
Right places.
Right times.
 
Pick one.
Pick two.
Do something.
Why don’t you.
Take your shot
With a bite of the lime.
 
~I.S.~

27.2023.03

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