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Our Low Tidings

The dim and the boorish lead
this delicate interval-
thugs pummeling naked
truth into a pornographic
Post-It-Note of negation
and neglect

Reflection being their
emphatic enemy
as the plain
to see does battle,
Rising Sea to shinning sea,
with a veracity the
ruffians seek to hold
Underwater


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r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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