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Sep 2012
The cans are empty, no money
in the jar.
can't ride the bus, don't even  
own a car.

The phone won't ring nor
make a single sound.
can't wear shoes to keep my
barefeet off the ground.

The stove won't burn, cause
there ain't no gas.
can't drink water or even
wash a single glass.

The world is dark and filled
with doubt.
can't find my way around,
cause the lights are out.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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