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I scribble.

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infected bodies
spew an array of colors
they make you shudder.

"No, sir." I replied.
"I didn't know she was dead."
"Forget about her."

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people and their losses
ready to make a gain
heads&tails tosses
ready to stand the pain??
swinging from branches
scratching at their pits
getting shaved on ranches
turning us to mits...................................................

these trails are turning
bending at the end
with our feet burning
a systematic trend
file cabinet files
filed for years and days
filed deep for miles
a filed file stays
sit calm for sitcom
while the world passes.
brace mom for h bomb
a lie for the masses
honesty isn't free
a truth for the fists
BECAUSE PEOPLE LIKE ME
HAVE THEIR NAMES ON LISTS.

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passing trees, watch them grow.
branch to branch, to and fro.
through the leaves and over ferns
carried by wind, it makes its turns.

dry forest bottoms, wet canopy tops,
leaves shield creatures as the rain drops
smell of wet, taste of dew
falling leaves of every hue.

light and frail, no arms or hands
makes a home, whereever it lands
what it does, where it goes
is only told by how wind blows.

When I have nothing to do.



There are more where that came from.