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The Same Tune .

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Hieroglyphics � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
accross bedroom walls � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
in matching� � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
ochres, browns, and reds � � � � � � � � � � � �
Sliding double� � � � �
barn doors � � � � � � � � � �
closed for the � � �
past thirty years� � � � � � � � � � � � � �
Methodical � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
rock cracking � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
ore smacking � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
quartz breaking � � � � � � � � � �
monotonous � � � � � � � �
stories ending- � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
dull, and unjust � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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Ignorance
doesn't excuse contempt � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
Life-support idles � �
between heart � � � � � � � � � � � � �
lungs, and time� � � � � � �
Leaving choices� � � � � � � � � � �
children, parents
and raw life to squalor� � � � � � � � � � � �
this calendar day� � � � � � � �
Urging celebration � � � � � �
for mere adult existence � � � � � � �
as a prefered priority � � � � �
over quality hours ��
on little minds with� � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
clean, kempt, hearts � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
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Their small hands
repetitively victorious � � � � � � � � � � � �
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