Legacy

Pick up the pencil, pick up the pen, pick up the pad and just write.

Three generations you’re lost to the wind, nobody foresees their night.

Pick up the pencil, pick up the pen, prick your own soul and let bleed.

Time will extinguish all that you are now, all that they’ll know’s what they read.

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...writer, lover, fellow-man; divinely adrift in a sea of inarguable genius and intellectual nuisance. Read@ robinejohnson.wordpress.com Like@ facebook.com/storiesbyrobin Follow@ twitter.com/storiesbyrobin and as always, peace, love, and think! View all posts by robin

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