Robert Failure

Free to choose in a golden city,
I pray I would choose all,
Alone I looked on fine and pretty,
From sunrise 'til last call,
Each one better than the last,
Each one just as bad,
In the end the die was cast,
The best they ever had,

Somewhere in the distance,
I choose as I will,
I sow the land I till,
And I make all the difference.

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(Critical Analysis!)

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8f4676/seroquel/dy0fkmz/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8f3uqd/how_i_learned_to_stop_worrying_and_love_the_bomb/dy0frya/