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Jun 17
i

pleasantly duplicitous
-that is an oxymoron
eg-i ate the last of the

pizza because- the word
goes on and on-
there is no redemption

not in modern life
(or like barley sways
in the temperate winds..)

how is one to survive?
with-out the cunning
of a gentle high?

-the stomach sated
-the nerve held
to lie and be honest

and be nice..
and yet duplicitous
say this

mean that
mean that say this
you wish..


ii

you were a sea-horse
so does everybody
get over it..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
55
   Weeping willow
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