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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