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Broken Bottles
You once had a pretty plan
To get by on your father’s name
Which would be awful funny
If it wasn’t such a shame
A tiger in a backyard zoo
Is a twisted parody
Raging in a tiny room
With the smashed up likes of me
I too had flights of fancy
Turned to dust and ash
But we’re all broken bottles here
Swept and bound for trash
Noli sinere te deprimere
Yes this too shall pass
All this time and tumult
Returns us as sea glass
July 13, 2024
Copyright ©
Andrew Jacob Jung
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