The bastard….that means,
(and, yes, there it goes, just
after I wrote the previous words down)
arial bombs, and someplace, a church,
a restaurant, a domicile, has started loud
music… I can’t wait for the brass marching
band to traipse down my street with
confidence….with the one or two thoughts
they keep in there heads
that carry them through their lives.
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