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What Goes Around

what goes around... human bombs wait with fundamentalist patience to wipe us from the earth as infidels for polluting paradise shocked disbelief rises like smoke from 911 hovers over ticky tacky boxes morning coffee, last night's discarded plastic wrapped lost generation all for the flush spindizzy in a clock-wise vortex stare out through a green dollar haze and miss the point again

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/24/2017 7:15:00 PM
Yup. My inner cynic says, "Always will." My occasional brushes with youth make me think, "maybe not." I like how you put the spin on this topper. Lots of fun stuff like "ticky tacky boxes, spindizzy vortexing, green dollar haze" — ah heck, all of it! ~j
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/24/2017 7:25:00 PM
I was in a funk one day. Couldn't imagine being hated so vituperously. Out popped this piece, perhaps we are partly responsible?
Date: 9/23/2017 4:10:00 PM
Your sword sings a powerful song.
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/23/2017 5:24:00 PM
Thank you Maureen. We never learn.
Date: 9/23/2017 4:53:00 AM
Quite so, the way we are, succinctly stated. A hint of hope would have eased an otherwise bleak scenario.
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Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/23/2017 11:52:00 AM
I know it is bleak but this one time I wanted the reader to be responsible for finding the hope.

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