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Jan 2015
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Oh what a rogue and bush league slob am I

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The day leans up against the wall and sighs

The people have all died
and she is lonely

And has no purpose anymore

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A bunch of paper filled with poetry
floats by

/:/

Don't say much about anything

Filled by mere figments of the imagination

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The dog by the fire hydrant lifts it's leg

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The poster of a yogi remains on the pole



The sky is broken but does not fall down

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The sky is broken but does not fall down

The spirit is dead

The spaceships have gone home

The earth is *****

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The lonely day goes down to the Social Security building

But the check is meaningless

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Soon a blinding explosion shall erase all but the pain

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All the people are already gone

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The lonely day

Leans up against the wall

Only for a little while longer

It shall be there

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Soon soon

Everything shall be gone
Written by
jeffrey robin
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