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Jungle

Each day I open my eyes and the sunshine through my window and I wonder what's out there. Who's going to be main course today for dinner? Chewed up and spit out like some piece of prime rib we all need to be Carnavour or we were all better off dead. Counting off the terrorist stories and tragic mysteries of how many girls disappeared today? Oh next it might be me. That's why I look both ways when I cross the street and on dark nights I stay on the sidewalk where there's light enough to see my predators lurking. Because you never know in the jungle " she wrote" and she'll finish it. She's not sympathetic to those who are idiots because your just walking and you'll fall into her trap. You better be smart or she'll have you lying on the ground crying. Don't think she's a punk because being ignorant never got no one a slice of pie. She's sweet but she can also be bitter, and you don't want to catch her on her bad side. Dreams and determination can keep you on a straight arrow out of the jungle but some never leave and they never will.

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Date: 11/22/2010 12:14:00 PM
Many congrats on your feature this week Rgds Janette
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Date: 11/22/2010 11:44:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved poetry being featured this week Shahana. Love,Carol
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