Took control while I was still
stumbling,
setting the stage for
young ones not yet old enough to
think in the way of the world
and
what a world!
what a world!
With history speaking in whispers,
diseased as are our children,
some ill-translated spin
pursued by progress;
unforgiving and
unforgiven.
What a world.














Devious Comments
in any language
xo!
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interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
And I love the rest of the poem!!
--
I swerve out of control
--
Oooohhh sweet mama! Bring it on home to your grandma!
-Some weird old song
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