Fork Shaped Life
a girl once stood in the crossroads of life
pondering the road not taken,
to stay where she was
or move to the land where everyone eats bacon.
she thought what is right after all,
whats a flight but then it hit her
clearly the choices you make
shape the soul you forsake
while your mind hangs on just barely
but then I digress, write a poem, wear a dress
sit down have a beer my time is limited here
Then I thought to myself,
don't write a story, be one!
The End
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