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Nov 2013
In a large cafe
the fat lady with greasy hair
eats her Chinese.

and many
around
preach in their little crowd

they think they know
it all
no one knows anything anymore

in this large cafe
people eat
but just stare at nothing

the large window
shows a snow storm
the wind blasts bullets of snow

the trees are dead
some of the people
look dead

they are mostly pale
and silent
and alone

just like the dead
themselves but they
don’t scratch the fat pimples

on their
back
like I do
prose
people
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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