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By Jack Joseph Smith
Metaphor
I never had anything to go bankrupt about
I was never material
I was always abstract
I learned it as young,
as you get, playing fogtball
Signs and space made reason,
quick to dance
I have never accepted a suggestion,
Not giving a damn ment being aware
Think of the sides of shallow,
is it you or a stream
Think of fool, is it the theatre,
or a serious mistake
Think again of money as a dream,
or think you have it, down right,
how closely does you mind change,
either way
I have physically left life,
with my mind;
come back to share,
physically gone
There is always a part missing
The subtle and the secret
But
The heart and the vanity
GIVE HE
Any lake, and the toss of a smooth stone