joseph maria – O the pity

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Night Crickets lye bored in the
grass by the walk way into the building

I strutted  strong   up the avenue
with the heavy bars of the pure gold
in my pockets


up the sidewalk

  the steps


  through the front door

to the room where the men met


and displayed my gold
and unimpressed they said
thanks for your time




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