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D-I-V-I-D-E-D Thoughts

By Wil C. Fry, Oct. 30, 1999, 06:00 (Saturday)

Copyright 1999 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Seldom is a peasant
But, once, this parasite
More often than not, a corpse
Before the questioning
Interested in and drawn by
Could not reach the
Elbowed out of
Not quite what I
Why are
Smiling because
Sincerely doubting that there ever
Not enough time to
Where were

a King.
lived on his own.
rots.
comes the sin.
love.
goal.
the way, countless times.
expected or hoped.
you looking at me like that?
I have nothing else to do, and it makes me feel good.
was a REASON for all of this.
make amends.
you, God?

In all of this.



Don't ask me why I wrote it this way; I can't remember. But basically, each line of the second stanza finishes a line from the first stanza.



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