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Jan 2015
as sure as death
does its job
to keep one
from further
dying

I carry

my boy
to bed
where I remove
his remaining
shoe
and am seen
doing so
by my wife
who thinks of me
as one
who acts

in theory
on a thought
to ****
some spider

we both know
we’ve lost
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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