some poetry

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the shadow of a large airplane

cast upon low green hills

gave me pause today.


none of us were asked if we wanted to be born. 


ODE TO ANNOYANCE

the exsanguinated child
maybe surprised 
by the last dulcet note 
of Mary's little lamb

apparent peace

by the delightful silence
then interrupted 
by the blade's clamor
as it strikes the floor

no longer
white 
as 
snow

                                                                                                            - Barton Loyd Kline






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