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David J Walker
The uncertain
Decimal point is real yet
Unforeseen
The last scene of the
Latest dream of a
Vague and future
happiness
The language is Pigeon
And unfamiliar
An inspiration of
Lukewarm winds
An overdrawn account
Of promised future days
Compromised and
Secured only in unsigned
Promissory notes
And yet the plan is
To retire young
While the infirm
Await their turn
To expire
To the tune of a
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Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2024
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