I run down the squirrelThumps in the wheel wellAnd thirty feet on I can see…
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice…
From afar, all I can see is the miracle I’ve clashed metal for,waving in the air, just right above the crest…
Big Man owned the park at night,my drug dealer, never a beat artist,an…
A murder roosts in the tall pines splayedAround all the houses on the hill, maybeThere at…
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