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Randomly Yours
strewn thoughts
The skinny dog
snoozes on the graveyard's lawn
at ease with the stillness of the night
The fruit of the carob tree
looks like a cotton pickers hand
on an autumnal beach
a bottle of suntan oil
tells how the summer was
A lone streetlamp sways
a drunk staggers home
he used to be an actor, stops and sing
A seagull fancied to be human
used lotion and combed feathers shiny
Alas, it was hacked to death
by those that resist any change
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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