From the desk of - b r johnson - with top regards.
A rusty penny perpetually paralyzed. Seized by a sidewalk crack.
An abode of predestined permanence. Congealed concrete citadel.
Limited lingering light.
Chronic incessant flickering.
Successive suffocation. Superficial city-slicker stomping soles.
The ensnared penny has paucity of antipathy for who had dropped.
Face-up grace.
Sun's stimulating embrace.
Honorable acceptance of fate.
Blessings bequeathed upon you, President Lincoln.
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Author:
b r johnson (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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