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Mary_me_whitesox_memday_2017by Andrew Breen18 Oct 2017

Let poets
weep;
words
return
to
sleep.
Keep
the Lord's Prayer
near
one's
heart;
know it.
No heir
upon
the
throne
of sheep.
Creep
--ing, with wide eyed stare
at far off
windmills
churning
notes
deep
with soliloquized despair.
A quote
worth keep
--ing; made with two fingers in the air.