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by alan-s-bailey

"Opportunity," this American Dream life we so believe in, The limo stops at the hotel, the rich people get in, A set of old jars full of coins, a leaf blower, men with picks, A brush put through ones hair, make up, vitamins, drugs, The people sit in a park, the time passes, the clock ticks. Stock market books sitting on the shelf, a church organ playing, A magnet stuck to the fridge, pictures with people smiling, A war machine, the newspaper, a set of playing cards and a Distant smile. A set of hedge clippers, a ferry crossing, Solitaire. A man on the curb with torn clothes and nothing at all A set of file cabinets, clocks, the sent of a bank, Golf clubs, a set of business magazines, a Barbie Doll, Swaying hammocks, and one guy in the background Who is losing it because he can't ever "take a fall."
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Feb 8, 2015
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#pictures#fall#blank#opportunity#library#wall#organ#golf#hammocks
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