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Nov 2018
Slipshod Tender guffaws aloud
Breaking endlessly high fiving crowds
The error of our ways lead us around
Like horses by a hand with nothing endowed.
No settlements or dowries
No soldiers of clay
No back breaking memories
Or vertebraes remain.
When Eliot said: β€œit ends with a whimper”
It troubles me to think, it was said in a whisper.
#rhyme
CE Green
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CE Green  29/M/California
(29/M/California)   
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