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Apr 2017
Don’t let me forget the song that I sing
There is a catastrophe almost happening it seems
It won’t end soon and I have no clue
Why I bought that bridge and set it on fire

Lost my shoe in the resulting news
Can’t let the rain get me down again
Won’t let it break me into kindling and when
I set to the task with a vigor renewed,
I will leave the rest for the sheriff to chew

Blast me again, let me see your shorts
Never again will I spend the rent
Broken but steady I slipped through the past

Nothing happened!

Got my line while waiting in line
Took a shortcut to the front of the pack
It doesn’t happen often but it happens enough

Little tracks in the snow
A kind face that you know
Steaming mad or maybe just mad
Can’t say which it is this time

You can beat the witch but you’ll never win
She’s far too smart for the likes of us
Didn’t you say that we have to move on?
Don’t you know that we’ll never get out
Richard Grahn
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Richard Grahn  58/M/Chicago
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