the real folk blues in poetry

  • Sept. 22, 2022, 2:27 a.m.
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now I’m no John Henry
but I am a still-driven man
and I’m no Paul Bunyan
but I’m standing as tall as I can
I’m no Johnny Apples
still I’m sewing the seeds of my plans

I’m not a legend
so I’m not pretend
stumbling coast-to-coast
bragging about my friends
I’m just not that mythic
instead I really exist
but I’m running out quick

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