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One on Person One in Mind

One on Person, One in Mind who is that lone donkey on a sunset boulevard for she walks with her head between her legs kicking up dust and is such a blowhard is that her panhandling pity to fill her dregs from morning to night she undresses in plight exposing her laundry on that clothes line of shame for all to see her braying ways is such a sight as she spins the cycle of pity in finding blame there's pegs loose and contortion in her clouds a storm brewing of sadness on her unhappy face yet she scanters along in life buried in shrouds of a sadness filled with pain, and no loving embrace You know ... ill well this donkey off on a horizon It's me, a tempest awake in my mind and rising connie pachecho 1/03/18

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