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by Paul Laurence Dunbar
In a bizarre coincidence, I learned that my 100 year old Grandmother just passed away on the same day that I was making this.
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary...
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Some driver cut me off
in my commute.
I swore.
At work I told a friend
still mad.
Said she,
"I scream 'God bless you'."
I fell mute,
incredulous,
then foolish,
hopeless, sad.
'God BLESS...
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I later heard
she almost died.
Although she didn't try
to keep the fact from me,
the how and how come
wasn't mine to know.
My feelings
weren't her first priority.
So when I heard,
I had...
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I'm back.
I dread returning to a town.
I rented there once.
That has a new door.
And there I worked.
This block is so rundown.
I said. “I'll never step back
in that store.”
I crashed a...
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A string of buttons
(but for what?),
a cord, a pen
(no point)
a jig-saw puzzle piece,
(impossible to chuck,
inane to hoard.
Toss when I die.
I'll not cease till I cease)
A bottle stopper,...
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Who lives the candied lives
of greeting cards?
Old Santa's just the first
of many lies.
Who dare resists
when every song bombards us,
makes us spend, consume,
our life despise.
What if your...
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