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May 2016
father, brother
4th son of mother

followed, observed
DNA preserved

hybrid, thinning
since the beginning

children moreso
narrowing torso

paralyzed, disrobed
scooped and probed

flashes, voices,
there are no choices

human emotion
what they crave

that's what it is
to be a slave
last line is Roy's
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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