Inconsistent Attention
Would be the title of my book
Should the roof cave in,
Route 66 is currently my son's favorite song
Neckties are what happen when you're not looking
Parade routes are planned in a city's infancy
Thusly, a fresh flowery mound at the start
I see smoke coming from your dream
And the steps are wet
You might fall if scaling buildings
Taking dangerous pathways
Trees being bronchi of sorts
The slow moving slope
So convincing
When atop an armory
Not so much an umbrella
More like a strict cavern
Where things can take place
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2.7.12
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