Following the guidelines
Setting up some baselines
To guide me through the lifelines
It won't always be fine
Sometimes there are blurred lines
It's not like I can design
Love that will last a lifetime
Writing stuff that should rhyme
While I seem to be primed
Hearing clocks that won't chime
Because the hands hold much grime
A world that spends on a dime
Black and white like a mime
Out from under I climb
Like I was guilty of crime
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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