Cap Cod
I don't know the code to belong to the aristocracythe codes to know how to dress, how to eat in a fine dining restaurant
I know the driver's code, roads mapped with road signs
but the most important ones are the machines's codes
remember the ex-ceo from Nissan who fled Japan
before, he was always followed by his assistant, a mister code
who knew all the codes of his bank assets
I wish I could visit cap cod one day
the place of retreat of the Kennedy family
without code, we would not understand each other
Poetry by guy-ann from GUYANA
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Written on 2025-09-10 at 04:32
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