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May 12
It's a big world.
But little care.
There's lots of people.
But no one's there.

Who calls?
The dentist office
for your six-month cleaning.
The doctor's for another screening.

The world is full of noise.
But no one's there to listen.
Earphones drown your voice.
And cell phones block your vision.

Where did all the words go?
There are no cards or letters.
Bills fall in your mailbox.
You're one of many debtors.

But when you die
they'll be many bodies around you.
People all surround you, many men and
women, and some even children.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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