... is to carry a fire extinguisher
for deadly melt of self and some
a voiding transforming ~ rise.
Thank you, to luck
means what, to you
on Christmas Day
before the New Year.
The religious warring ,
factions of terrorism ,
or oppressed tourism
if you want, no matter.
Who want to charge
have ceased to exist.
Pop culture is-a low lie
tho- in light possibility.
There's tragic progress ,
our own bridges to right ,
as forever stone remains
the anchors of our floors.
My floor incessantly wonders
about yours a lot too much
and about how things turn ,
pitch, and roll into oblivon.
Remember the Bandit!!
Fastest in our southwest
ever there was anywhere.
Rest in peace? I wonder now.
Yesterday is our greatest lie ,
Here isn't desired anymore ;
No truer challenge must be
than the promise of afterlife.
RJDuberg, 12/2005
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