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would

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let

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go . . .

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would

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go . . .

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i

l

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I

poked

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slow

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thru

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once

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broke

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.

hold,

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“oh!”

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I

could

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n

o

t

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stop

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d

a

.

flow.

Reflection: This was a fun and simple reflective/nostalgic-themed poem I wrote back in April of 2018. I came up with this while sitting on the Boardwalk in Daytona Beach. It doesn’t take much imagination to figure out what this poem is really about. Perhaps this could have been the lyrics to a simple song in the “Super Mario Bros.” movie, game, or something.