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"I do not intend to tiptoe quietly through my life, only to arrive safely at death."
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Poem A Day - Day 8 - Violence / Peace
Shame holds me to her breast
where she smooths my cheek with callused fingers
her smiling gums pulled back against rotting teeth.
At last I pull the cord
on the flashing neon sign that keeps score
and my successes and my failures take rest.
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