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Jan 2020
Saw
I saw a computer chasing a pen as the follen artist cried tears of emptiness. I saw confusion ridiculed by reason as I saw a book watching TV. I saw my reflection in a field of poppies dancing blindly with a syringe, I saw promise held down by lies, hope strangled reality. I saw the homeless ridiculed by societies ignorance. I saw all my dreams injected into screaming viens who recoiled at truth.................. To be continued
This poem is probably too long to print on her.
Brian Johnson
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Brian Johnson  M/Boston MA.
(M/Boston MA.)   
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