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May 2013
after three days
in the church
of my father
     in the house
of my mother
in the arms
of my youngest
least evil
brother

     the neighbor girl
ran away home.

from my father
I gathered
that the poor
have many
kids.

from my mother
intuited
the poor
to be dying
at a rate     faster

than.

     took it upon myself
to kick my brothers
when they were
up.  

give them sugar
when down.

become
less evil.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
266
   vircapio gale and Emily Tyler
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