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Nov 2022
No joke. I never read The Jungle,
but I watched almost all of Peaky Blinders.

I was not born to be civil,
nor to play no ****** games, I was born wild,
with a will to have not chains on me,

loose the captive, as you would be free,
free me, the mad made mind begins to play

sad she cannot say the things
she feels
utterance mutterance chance and it fails,
nothings
the same
and it never was, we only imagined,
it's what poetry was.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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