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Dec 2013
Don’t fall victim to our dimension’s perilous plight
Can you feel it?
Feels like earth quake machine guns
Listen
Sounds like incriminating yarn being spun

According to the zodiac I’m a crab

According to the eastern wheel I’m an aquatic rooster

Yet I know myself as a coyote

And I say on to you

Tomorrow is never guaranteed
So live life today as if the next day brings the expiration date
Before our world curdles into a smelling spoiled carton of waste
Tommy Johnson
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Tommy Johnson  New Jersey
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