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Stopping By
Here I lie in a hired bed
Everything around me is red
For their minds bleed much in ponder
Over foolish things, they wonder
The hassle of travelling
But my stomach is quarreling
I need to lie down to past the time
Until all inside me is in full rhyme
Done in SFC, in a hired bed surrounded by prying and barking dogs and jabbering parrots
May 13, 2024
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R. B. Cawis
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