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taken from my book, "The Flies Are Bothering The Pig!"

Submitted:Jan 1, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   



Speak to me

Like a broken well

Spell my time

And yours as well

I know "it's not thee end of the world"

Well, at least "not the real one"

I've heard

How unpowerful is this faith

When nobody can be afraid for

__their lives yet?

My world may be over

But reality spins on

How retarded is ev'rything

Well, I will spit my fire

Out of my belly

And grow a tree

Launch the stars in a gap

Gasping for wrath

Who ain't I to tell?


10-13-'08 #4

D. L. Cannon


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