I spend my days. shaking hands
Forgetting names. recycling cans: a
What rot.
Speak up, child
Can you not see
This is maddening?
Hello, muffin
Hello
You ain't gonna pin it on me
I don't wanna hear
So you fell out of the nest
Pigeon feathers in your
Dawn in Albany
Statesmen are still asleep
The first noise heard
Through
Your Uncle had an old saying:
"If you don't vote, than
Of all the creatures in the wood
One law is commonly
I was born in a hospital
that was very big and
I'm looking forward to losing all my hair
I'm looking forward
Worried man. worried woman. worried child. worried dog
Afghanistan was the
Our lives weave a pattern
A staff twined by adders
Our mouths
Sore
Sacred Heart, surveyed from the summit,
a pantheon, distant as ever,
echoing
Subtraction, subtraction, subtraction
It's my duty
It's my duty and passion
If I
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