I Am The Boss Poem by Rodney Rod Smith

I Am The Boss



Hectic Reign slow down Race
not things done, out of haste.
Thinking it through
love through wars
Ancient quills Ancient walls.
Slowing the waves
Slowing the mind,
doing your best and on time.
For all things done,
consequential mind.
making sure i will be fine.

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