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Rustle McBride
Poems
May 2016
My Mind is Numb
This late at night
my mind is numb
my pen has molded
to my thumb
yet, somehow words still seem to come.
Soon my body will succumb.
I cannot keep my head upright
It's been a long and useless night.
The words I write they seem so old.
How often can a poem be told?
Perhaps I'd do a world of good
if I laid my pen upon the wood
and instead of chasing every shred
I'll put my words and self to bed.
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Rustle McBride
Delaware
(Delaware)
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