no fill can ever covet the land
no fill can ever covet the landwith I said so and must go now
a small bird or a daring dog
inhaling his master
rolls at the end of another day
stupendous I fall in awe
where small men march for money
it is the sun that is our father
or rather it is I in I
that can see that coming
the dealer of days to come
wraps his ordeals carefully
standard issues of what comes
follow the starting point
to the cross hair
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-01-18 at 15:07
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