It’s hot in
Missouri.
The summer
sun looks down
jealous of
youth playing in
the fields,
carefree and
careless.
Kids drown
muskrats with
rocks in the
stream, and have
funerals for flies.
Death watches, and
waits for
winter to come.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 18th, 2024 15:10
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