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Jan 2013
Concrete barriers along a stretch of highway,
separating congested lanes and open road,
they're sitting ducks in a stagnant pond,
losing pieces of themselves to the parasites underneath,
the ones they can't see,
but they can feel it,
as much as they try to ignore it,
it's there,
but it simply takes time and energy to ascend, so the wings become useless,
and surviving off of pond-**** becomes routine.
The man who diverged and hit the barrier was called insane,
he was trying to ramp it,
but was shot down.
The title is nonsense. Writer's block!
Frank Corbett
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Frank Corbett  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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