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T R S
Poems
Jul 2019
Assumptions.
Settled in the the dried up grass
among the thistles, tired roots, and nettles.
I've settled,
I know I'm not a succulent.
I'll repent but so should you.
I hate vegan food,
but your beef based, chicken stew
is gross,
and I'm not one to lose my subscription fee.
It's food coloring on habitats that I can'ts see.
I will never use my arm.
I can't raise it above my head.
So... Instead.
I'll used my legs and my feet.
And still try to be neat.
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