air tangled
with trying
and wanton speed
gaseous Doom
The truck well waxed
won't slick you now
your clothes fled promptly
atrophy hunks
propped up in the strong oaks
like 8th grade Christian
Art
of heritage and hard times
broke ground and broke hearts
WalMart bag Betty
garnered a fullsize (in color)
with tears halfway posed
as a question to God
"where is Your mercy?"
vanished like the sod
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