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Feb 2022
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                       Who is this Stranger?

Who is this stranger sitting beside me
On the road from one place to another
A nephew who in the long ago
Was my partner in Dark Tower and chess

He is a grown man now, balding a bit
Who wants to save my soul from damnation
A religion he invented last year
He’s got a website; I could look it up

As a boy he was so good at chess
As a man he can’t sort out all the pieces
I sometimes feel that in my part of the world I'm one of maybe ten people who aren't pastors / ministers / bishops / master bishops / reverend doctor master bishops / ad infinitum.

And I am one of maybe ten people who doesn't own an AR rifle.
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Lawrence Hall
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