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Jan 2016
I found him, my saint and savior,
Sitting at his leisure sipping tea,
Trimmed green in the background
With his own private backyard pool.
Cable, golf the whole thing on TV,
Chatting with friends about the
Trends in Hollywood, the PG rated
Movie that sold so well because
The mass public could "indulge,"
*Instead of looking outside at the
Grey tattered jacket and windbreaker,
Tethered against a rainy post in the cold.
Alan S Bailey
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