Keep on truckin'
I have a mother as
vibrant as the red hair
she can never seem to control
born with a pen in hand and
words to spill
she recited the words early on
etching them to concrete minds
as long as your legs keep moving
your soul will keep living
questions arise in the margins
smeared ink shows
these obvious paths aren't always
the path we should take,
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