by Jack Brummet
1
If I don't write it down
It's gone like a pickpocket,
Easing back into the crowd.
2
If I don’t write it down,
The earth, unaware
If I don't write it down
It's gone like a pickpocket,
Easing back into the crowd.
2
If I don’t write it down,
The earth, unaware
Of the loss,
Spins away--
With or without
The words.
3
If I don’t write it down,
The words race away
Like a hit and run driver.
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If I don’t write it down,
The words race away
Like a hit and run driver.
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