Metra Poems - Poems about Metra

...It was 1986 I was setting in after giving birth to my first son after wearing wires pregnant for the FBI buying large amounts of weapons ammunition boxes the dealer loaded hand grenades silenc......

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...CRISIS TEAM:HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP AGENT BROWN: HELLO I AWAKEN EVERY NIGHT BETWEEN THREE OR FOUR AM I CANNOT BREATHE PANTING HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT SO LOUDLY CRISIS TEAM: YOU ARE SAF......

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...We'd opened ourselves up to fascist beliefs we'd catered to the raw findings of mental angst an yet we knew going under cover would somehow lead to sudden death threats corruption beyond belief......

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...~ Before you throw in the towel ~ Your pen is full of ink The paper on which you think as fresh as a mountain stream All that remains is to dream of a subject, a theme, a raison d'e......

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...On high-back benches weary shoppers clutch their parcels and slump. Wrapped in a yellow green haze Van Buren station sleeps beneath Chicago's vibrant streets. Outside, on wood-plank platform ......

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