A Day Becomes Me - Sonnet 3

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A Ford, a paycheck, wedding ring in hand.

A row of books that stand the test of time.

A concrete stave of study, man-to-man.

A road ahead, and gravel left behind.

A strut astride a stage, maroon and steel.

A love concedes, another wills to try.

A count, a cadence, sounding off with zeal.

A coffee shop and Catcher in the Rye.

A school bus carries vagabonds and earls.

A pot and pan aid infant passions bloom.

A game of Jacks with neighbored Muslim girls,

And wond'ring why such portions seem so few.

A many stories score my life thus penned;

A many more will make me in the end.

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-JDH