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The Edge of Reason

Not for the contest. Just inspired by the idea Balancing the tip Straddling the line Tightening my grip To opposite my rhyme Tempting the border Of what lies beneath A compulsive hoarder Or petty thief The porcelain god Is where I flee But even the pot Can't set me free Little knuckles Tapping harder Wicked chuckles A permanent marker A jarring thud From the kitchen The mum's crud Has got me itching My China cabinet Took a tumble Now I've had it With this jungle Cabinet's swinging Fridge open Kettle singing Stove, smoking Much like the wild They climb the walls My home, defiled The government falls Nothing I try Will ever please them I'm bone dry Of any reason

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Russell Sivey

Date: 8/31/2017 5:24:00 AM

Hi Anna, this is Emma, Russell's wife, I don't know if you have heard or not, he fell and broke his back in two places and is in the hospital for now until they move him to a nursing home. He is ok, just some fractures but no spinal cord damage. he is in some pain as he won't take many pain pills as he doesn't like the way they make him feel. I can't remember if we had told you all of this, sorry if it is all a repeat. He is doing better. he told me, "I really loved your poem Anna, great work."

Anna Hopper
Date: 8/31/2017 7:50:00 AM

Oh I hate to hear that! Please tell him that I am thinking of him and praying for him. Tell him I said to write. Any way he can. Maybe you could help. Writing is our release, our strength and therapy. "This too shall pass". God bless!

Tim Smith

Date: 8/30/2017 9:42:00 AM

There is so much going on. ..step back and breathe...loved the flow of this