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Mar 21
Bright yellow and green
in motion
no choo-choo childhood fantasy
no miniature red caboose,
just rows of somber business faces
drained of all emotion,
which they store in old glass jars
at home
in some out of the way closet
along with
old after-shave and perfumes,
no long usable
on party occasions
because their faces feel too vulnerable.
Written by
Bennett
32
   Rick
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