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Aug 2014
death of youthful exuberance
as the last nine are pulled from their homes
torn asunder
as if they never had usefulness
or gleam –
broken and battered
abused and neglected
safety pins, paper clips
left over bristles from a
rusted street sweeper
all valid implements
tools of the trade –
traded pearly whites
for plastic composite
in a vain attempt
to smile freely
eat peacefully
live normally –
have not been writing in a couple weeks as I had all my uppers removed and new dentures placed...healing time and emotionality have held my fingers at bay, but there is only one way to get back on the horse, and that is to get back on the horse
Sam Temple
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Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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