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“Too much to bare”

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I'm not the cub you used to see, my claws expanded, Many problems in the wild, Solutions in the safe haven, Honey, Honey, hear me out, I like honey, My fingers get sticky, You can take your shot just don't end up like Ricky, winnie is winning, The Grinch is grinning, Trees waving in the distance, Moss covered the bark, Get a grip of reality, A lot is going on and since I lost mom I've been so off, I take her teachings and my arms start reaching towards the sky, A cloud?.. A thunderbolt?.. A raindrop?! Whether you love it or not find a way to weather the storm, The campfire kept us all warm, Search for search.. Word for Word, Prefer the best don't prefer the first, A curse could be so much worse, The animals got blood thirst, were you aware of your unnecessary efforts?... Going all out for a friend and no energy in return?, A game of musical chairs that last for life to much to bare  you won't see me live twice. 

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John Botterill

Mon 8th May 2023 21:30

A gripping poem, Michael. Nature, red in tooth and claw. I like it!

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