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Apr 2020
the end
of words

at the end
of the night

I have not
looked up

its meaning

(I’m sure I
used to know)

it is so
ubiquitous

it feels
like it is

in us from
birth

something
primitive

perhaps it
is sexist

I don’t know

I’m sure
someone knows

even though
it is easy to

look up

I think I’ll just
leave it alone

somethings
I don’t need to know
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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     Mrs Timetable and Carlo C Gomez
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