Two Poems

Lauren Rock
Nov 19
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Updated: Nov 19

Bob Dylan

I no longer have regrets

Or at least I've changed my definition

of the word

It does not exist

in my world

OK but

if there was one

it would

all the music

I pretended to like

To be liked

And it didn't

even work

What are you doing tonight?

Visiting my ancestors

Talking to my spirit guides

Singing made up songs

Dreaming about living in a magical turtle shell

Humanly and ethically gifted of course

Being Whimsical

Magical

Who I've always been

How about you?

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