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Torn and Worn With Time

Torn and Worn With Time The forgotten photograph Legs crossed, wrinkled forehead,leering out the window Coarse, gray beard , mustache and bushy eyebrows Great grandpa , torn and worn with time Legs crossed, wrinkled forehead,leering out the window Seated on a wooden chair with cigar in between middle and index fingers Great grandpa , torn and worn with time A puff of smoke consumes the air Seated on a wooden chair with cigar in between middle and index fingers Thick fog takes his mind elsewhere : to cardboard boxes , milk crates, holed styrofoam cups and loose change A puff of smoke consumes the air The house fire ran with his mind, in a deep sleep, locked doors and stolen keys , nowhere for the fire to breathe Thick fog takes his mind elsewhere : to cardboard boxes , milk crates, holed styrofoam cups and loose change Coarse, gray beard , mustache and bushy eyebrows The house fire ran with his mind, in a deep sleep, locked doors and stolen keys , nowhere for the fire to breathe The forgotten photograph Marckincia Jean Pantoum 11/24/19

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