anachronizms
extensive poetic juxtapositions by and about del ray cross (delraycross at gmail)
Monday, September 24, 2012
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(At some point)
It becomes. Silly
to complain about
anything. That
dulls the brain.
That attempts to
inflate an ego.
It
becomes
dull,
silly.
The sweeping
depths of
unemployment.
This is where
politics occur.
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