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About This Poem
Imagination ,,, but not a nonette yet
Despondent
we felt
doing deeds
donned by illusions of necessity.
Drat
we thought
disowning our dignity
drowning our dignity
driving our dignity
down into delusions of
dominance.
Do-di-do-do
we knew
when spontaneously
life came to the streets
and we did
what we
know how to do.
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