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tossed to the ground,
they didn't think you'd keep rolling,
tumbling down the daisy-coated hillside,
through the rock-filled valley.
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"you'll stop traffic!"
something to make you not so invisible,
to cover your translucence
and to coat you in color instead of the f..
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clouded eyes can pass no judgement
just asforked tongues can speak no truth.
the two have been tangled up for years, you see,
those w..
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clasped octogenarian hands,
folded wrinkle upon wrinkle,
all but fused together,
for their lines match all but perfectly.
the woman le..
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confindence emits from every orfacy,
but you see, that's likely the problem,
because it's not only when you're down
that people tend to..
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wobbling legs,
and a temper like an african bumble bee,
he may be small for his size,
but he makes up for it in curiousity
and his..
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an agedboulder of a face,
with deep crevices and hair-line cracks,
sunken rheumatic eyes,
that have somehow retained their blind kindness..
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one snap,
clean and sharp,
whistles across the night
where gun shots have been quieter,
a whimper,
just short of sobbing,
escape..
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this is old: originally posted at http://allpoetry.com/poem/6238861
at: Mar 9 9:08 PM 2010
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this is old: originally posted at http://allpoetry.com/poem/6334895
at: Apr 10 1:09 PM 2010
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