Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen Poet Naat

THE DALEY SHUFFLE

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AS THE DAY BEGIN THE NOISY CROWD THE SOUND
OF PEN PRESSED CLOSE TO THE DOCKET OF NEWS
HOT OFF THE PRESSES WAIT FOR NIGHT CRAWLS TO
ENJOY CARESSES THE BUISNESS CROWDS ARE ALL 
SO LOUD UNTIL THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT LEAVES
AS SHE ENTERS THE WRONG COACH MAKING THE
WRONG TURN AS THE LIGHT READ GREEN TO GO
SO IT SEEMS BUT HENCE NOT BE TRUE AS THY
WANDERING EYES PIERCE THE SOUL OF THE DOVE
BURNING HER FEATHERS WHILE IN FLIGHT SHE
APPROACH THE LEDGE AS THE MASTER OF THE GAME 
SAY'S BE SEATED AS THE CASE OF THE DAY BE THAT 
OF A HOMELESS MAN A KNOWN STAR OF OUR TIMES 
WHAT A WASTE OF TIME AS TUPAC BEGINS TO CHIME
THE GHETTO RHYTHMS JUST IN TIME FOR MS. TILMAN
TO TAP OUT A NEW HAT OF SUDDEN KNOWLEDGE OF
THE LAWS OF THE CITY WHILE THE NAACP BRIEFS
CAROL MOSELY OF THE HIDDEN AGENDA'S FOR THE
MONTH OF AN INDEPENDENCE DAY BRUNCH THAT YOU
THE PEOPLE MAY NOT ATTEND AN YET CANCEL A BET

WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 5-25-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA 
RECOVERING FROM TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY 
WRITING BECAME MY LIFELINE GOD BLESS CHICAGO 
AND GOD BLESS AMERICA

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