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STORM RAGING IN MY MIND I travel over the back roads of a warped space in time, searching for a peaceful meadow that I can claim as mine. It seems every road is blocked, by bombs falling like rain Still my fragile brain advances, with a mind full of pain. I’m just a homeless old hobo, who'll search and hope to find, the peace that I am looking for, in winds within my mind. ![]() 8 - 6 syllable ABCB scheme.
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