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seventyone days
seventyone poems
some lie there like rabbits and possums
crushed under the wheels of some
rusted out pick up truck on a moonless
night on a backroad with no name
some run about crazed like a swarm
of locust looking to feast
a few are like butterflies hanging around
the flowers in an old unattended garden
and very few stand on a mountain
top looking down and
laughing in some small victory
I know, I know...
it's not much really in the big
scheme of humanity
no gold at the the end of this
rainbow
just the satisfaction of
doing
...just
saying
that's
all
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