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Leaetta May Apr 2015
They told me I'm responsible
and I should act "this way"
to get out of hell
and all my debts repay

All the tears and self reproach
all the stars I cannot reach
never comes close
no matter what I preach

When I sing and do my thing
quantifying my belief
free of shoulds and dogma too
then are moments of relief
Leaetta May Apr 2015
next to cars and trucks
the silent protester rides
legs turning the wheel
Leaetta May Apr 2015
Where is that cup of tea
When the world whizzes by
and the bills need paying
and dinner made
and the baby hugged?
dedicated to my daughter Linda May

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