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Jun 2014
...cool, calm feeling,
of stone walls yielding,
to pressures gentle in my mind;

this allowing for,
such immoral lore,
which all my training calls a crime;

and should it prove at last,
a hard, restrictive cast,
for bones which never tore…

Then criminal, perhaps.
But careful thought as lapse?

Then what is this law for?
My character writes a poem about the cracks he has discovered in the edifice of his institutionalized racism.
Clinton Arneson
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Clinton Arneson  Minnesota
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