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Aug 2016
All my connections are dry
Just like bugs working street lights in vain
Arms folded over my chest hoping to -
slow my angry heart
A script without a thespian to play the part
The candle succumbing , drowning in
liquid wax
Mind under four sided attack
Boxcars without engines lie dead on the tracks* ....
Copyright August 8 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
Written by
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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