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Jul 2013
they are bound
they are kept in
they are never allowed
to be free
under containment
what do I speak of
they are my words
at a past location
they'd been
scrutinized
checked
observed
to
make
sure
that
none
of
them
were too free in their expression
for a strict code
of
conduct
was
in
place
and far too often
I'd
gone
out
of
the
rules
borders
so much for saying
what one
really
wants
to
say
at my previous location
that
right
was
taken
away
it's
as
though
the straight jacket
had been placed
on
my
words
and
it
to me
seems
rather
absurd
Elizabeth Squires
Written by
Elizabeth Squires
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