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Feb 25
times are hard when they
nick your toilet, lily..
if you expect people to be kind

then go live on mars..exodus..
where there once was rivers..
they will be happy when

we eat grass-(not smoke it)-
like clare..as he walked home..
wipe away transgression..

ii

time for dance
time is dance
too many laws

for instance-
none suffer hunger
in four four..

iii

i said to the councillor
instead of build roudabout
we open a cafe for hungry
(espec. children..)

i may have been speaking
martian..silence pervaded
like red canal..i thought of
mathmatics-

i can make a bowl of soup
for a dollar..or less-vegetarian..
do you know what that would cost?
no,no, we like building roundabouts..

you can go round and round
we do have some nice ones
true that..
there is this sweet little one..

iii

food is getting harder
and harder-famine shimmers
on the horizon

and not where it has traditionally
been but closer
year by year..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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