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Saturday, December 10, 2022

I am all that I am,

And more is to come,

More is to snow, less is to shine,

Running this race with etchings of freedom,

Get blessings through leisure, its pleasure’s a keeper,

Looking back on my woes and wounds that’re deeper,

I thank my past selves, who I’ve put up on shelves,

For my holiday jeepers & late nights with creepers,

So like a new year, we’ll start despite fear,

Like a new day, we’ll awaken in fray,

Fight off decay, & shower so brave,

Bald eagle like brave, you get it?

Just wait, like snail mail, ok?

This shit will take days,

Like Christmas, mmk?

It’s someday, per se,

But this year,

It’s Sunday,

So wait,

-Budd

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