ENCROUCHED UPON

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in the worlds of my youth

I stand not alone

yet from me these deserted thoughts have without

force flown

to all who see this tattered attempt

its exact origin is not quite known

little if anything more than a joke

and a small little smile have I let be heard

or shown

I do not care if my creativity cover gets undermined

or blown

for all I want is to lay down quietly and once again

be left alone...........

( written Oct 17,1992 am)








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