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Lawrence Hall [email protected]   https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Sunday Morning: A Dead ‘Possum and Broken Glass After the buzzards pluck the ‘possum’s eyes Like businessmen at the airport Holiday Inn Choosing olives for their plates at the buffet It will still be grinning at the sun After the beer bottle’s empty promises And the powderings of broken glass have worn away Along with the tire-tread promises of ads A cardboard temptress will still be grinning at drunks “We moved 84,000 cases this month” The latest life-partner pukes on the trailer floor
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Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 9:22 PM UTC
Sunday Morning: A Dead 'Possum and Broken Glass
Lawrence Hall [email protected]   https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Sunday Morning: A Dead ‘Possum and Broken Glass After the buzzards pluck the ‘possum’s eyes Like businessmen at the airport Holiday Inn Choosing olives for their plates at the buffet It will still be grinning at the sun After the beer bottle’s empty promises And the powderings of broken glass have worn away Along with the tire-tread promises of ads A cardboard temptress will still be grinning at drunks “We moved 84,000 cases this month” The latest life-partner pukes on the trailer floor
Generational Poverty
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Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 9:22 PM UTC
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