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Oct 2014
That swamp over there
Next door to my dream
Where I beat and holler
against these things
that fetter me
like religion

Hear the flap
and chuckle
of scavengers
arriving by the dozen

Come a cool bright wind
And blow this
dreaming
away
Timothy David Jones
Written by
Timothy David Jones  Mexico
(Mexico)   
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