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Broke


The laughter was a part of the breaking on the rocks

Shortly after the beating of head against the hard knocks

In the fall that came after the winter’s long haul and all that

Went along with the baying of the hungry dogs

And miserable children gathered round barren twinkling lights

With peanut butter and jelly in their cold hands that night

Due to the lack of an envelope in dad’s

~

Smoke signals appearing in sobbing puffs

Slobbering snot running enough to need a sleeve sweep

To keep the cascade from fleece pajamas

Grandmas only saintly contribution

Before her sun went behind the clouds indefinitely

Due to foreign outsourcing in corporate America

 

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