Poetry

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The line is not straight
For heavens sake!
Draw another
We are not late

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Plain and simple it may seem
Life is not simple
You will see
Things around me
Twirl and whirl
Like my insides
All a cream
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Sometimes it seems
That the day starts well
When all is planned
And pain repelled

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The onslaught of this year's bleary mishaps is nothing new to me
Depriving my soul of more enviable emotions which come in short spurts,
I've been vacillating from one close shave into another dire stance
Hastily exacerbating my nine lives with my misdeeds pursuing success.

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Theirs is a strange art, the weaving of

Air and sound into a weightless tapestry

hanging in the church, a vibrating cloth free

of sorrows that clothes men with God's love