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Friday, July 15, 2016

Sonnet #13

Beware the swell and churlish slur of State

The patriotic person pumping oil 
And fracking gas and broken dinner plates
And medicating sorrow preaching toil
toil and suffer and toil toil and suffer
someday to acquire the money to retire
Never look anywhere but towards the future
Where the past must be rebuilt, it was better
Back then, remember? Let's build it again
The sins of yesterday are the soil of tomorrow
The oyster cracks for the hard working men
The pearl, elusive, lost in the sturm and row
Never live for today, only yesterday and tomorrow
Never be happy today, only yesterday and tomorrow

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