Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

The cookie crumbled

The cookie crumbled.

The other shoe, it dropped.

The ball bounced, just once.

And I ride my quantum wave

Into the unfolding now.

 

All that’s behind me

Is just memory,

Shaky in recall.

But I couldn’t care, really.

It’s gone, gone, so very gone.

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