![]() The Juggernaut of YouthA Poem by Deborah HamiltonAren’t you the flower? Expecting truth And reason as you flit in The sun. You will learn how self-serving Humanity is once you, too, Decipher your wants.
Sound judgment is impossible if One’s hair is on fire. You may notice many dousing Themselves with lighter fluid. Beware.
The fewer our years, the more Numerous our shining stars, Dim as they are. © 2012 Deborah Hamilton |
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1 Review Added on March 1, 2012 Last Updated on March 1, 2012 Author![]() Deborah HamiltonChicago, ILAboutThe summary: Writer/artist/activist; delights in absurdity; lives for friends and family; worships Ella the Wonder Dog; becomes giddy over cheese, Fran Lebowitz, McSweeney's, Otis Redding, and the lug.. more..Writing
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