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Jun 2015
You're taught to
Love your country
but suspect your
neighbor.

You are to worry
about those natural
lines across
your aging face.

But say nothing of
the unnatural lines
left across clear blue
skies by nameless
planes with faceless
pilots.

You are to cheer for
ball chasing men
and cry over victims
of unrealistic crimes.

You depend on the televisions
to bring you the truth.
The same televisions that have
all become just as
flat as the plane you live on.

But that's another secret
you're still not ready to know.
A B Perales
Written by
A B Perales  San Pedro Ca.
(San Pedro Ca.)   
478
   ---, Terry Collett, ryn, Rapunzoll and SPT
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