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Allman Brothers in Poetry

  • Feb. 17, 2016, 12:51 p.m.
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I find myself staring blankly into my phone. I have the impulse and emotion to write, yet the words aren’t coming to me. The air outside is cold.. I can see ithe wind’s face in my mind as it blows under my shirt and makes shivers crawl up my spine. I can’t stop thinking about the world we live in today. I wish I had been born in a different decade. Then again, we always wan what we can have, so would I find satisfaction of the gears of time were turned backwards? I’m rambling. I will come back when everything makes sense again 💋

Ps. Sautéed fresh greens, mushrooms, yellow bell peppers, garlic, onion powder, and salt last night. It was amazing. Just thought I’d share if you’re looking for something new to try❤️


Last updated February 17, 2016


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