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A Receding Hairline Poem With Traces of Grey
here on earth
i pray for all
in space
i have amnesia
the rainbow has golden strings
the sun has a surprisingly cool center
the moon has a warm, comforting glow
i am happy lying to myself
here at home
i play for all
rat race
i have amnesia
my voice painstakingly sings
my throat has a crockery laced splinter
the boos, yay, they steal the show
i get so excited when denying myself
Copyright ©
Marty King
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