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I spy a comfortable chair at the sympathy pantry while huddled at the blast door near the entrance. All Hallows Eve beckons like a wild rush of frigid, Canadian air, rendering all clothing mute in utter repentance. My mask shall rule from the inside since all grotesque notions begin their lurch toward inevitable conclusions in the cacophony of my humming electrical circuit of potential lethargy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 11/3/2009 4:18:00 AM
Thank you for sharing your awesome poetry today John. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/2/2009 6:44:00 AM
The first verse really draws in the reader, John. Guess it's easy to sit in comfort "at the sympathy pantry," but there is the potential that such action will lead to lethargy. Amazing write from an amazing writer! Love, Carolyn
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