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Jul 2018
loud goers on
outside the realm
of my inner peace
bespeak
of things like
the inane ramblings
of who is *******
who new or the bizarre
guy dribbling tobacco juice
who cant get
in or out his truck
without help
trolling the women
here offering sums of money
not big enough yet
to make them ever
take their ******* off
and cause
the old man to seize
or stroke out
and ******* his Depends
after swallering
his chawed leaf
but I in my wisdom
sit here
on the far side of never
where I care about ducks
more than ***** and cats
more than ***** and dog
only a word here or there
trying to project
the future
like a savant or seer
going nowhere
they ever been
not better
or even more
less for it
backspace a lot
on all my forecasts
and learn.
wordvango
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wordvango
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