A Million

lewisgale mental hospital

there were a

million

million flops

 

that we just

could

not see

 

there were a

thousand

intersections

 

crying out

for

you and me

 

did we notice?

we stopped

awhile

 

but read a book

that

blocked the tree

 

it is waiting,

not yet raining

 

drifting in

the leaves

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  • Poetic Licence

    An interesting and thought provoking write, nicely written

  • sorenbarrett

    Misinformation whether out of self interest or ignorance is still destructive and must be unlearned before new information can be incorporated. Yet such is life. A thought provoking read.



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