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Nov 2013
Dear The-Way-It-Is,

You are a wall of un-change
a tidal wave of useless titles
a blast of helpless brick bits
aΒ Β futile hale-storm maelstrom of styrofoam hopes

this is the forecast I cast
throwing knuckle dice.
feeling it in my knees.

no carving out of entrails.

due to my extreme kindness
to geese.
copyright fhw, 2013
F White
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F White
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