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Jun 2020
littering the yard, full
of the heat of a man’s breath
full of his germs set
for young hands to pick up
and hold
young hands that none
have told

Amego, you’re carrying out
a rotten job
with the staff to discard
Hazardous Waste in the same yard
my son plays
without regard
of his safety

Written letters
I sent to apprehend
the man or men
vacantly tossing
their rag of spit and coughing
I’m beyond angry-
I’m into crazy!
If he picks up this virus
I’ll Sue!
I did it to the Boston Public Schools
and won!
Don’t **** with me –
I'm a loaded gun!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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