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Nov 2017
The "High Road " is filled with -
self righteous , regulated , trembling vehicles
Horns blaring with fear of -
the unknown
I need to speak with the -
man that robbed the bank
The pyromaniac that burnt the -
forest
The self proclaimed artist -
expressing himself in a medium of -
his own feces
The stray covered in fleas ,
the addict writhing in need ,
the homeless nurturing their
pets , the young renouncing
the government* ..
Copyright November 28 , 2017 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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