Crossing the street in my mind while sitting here and writing
poetry, mountains looming, looking down upon me as I do so,
palm trees fanning me from afar, cooling this feverish talent.
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Poem has no end of site in life. This carries hope. This crosses street of mind well. This is very interesting sharing really.10