General Poetry posted March 13, 2018


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mirrored refrain fer de 'latch

Friends, places, pulpits, carts

by LIJ Red

I much prefer the memory.
I walk away, just leave their door
I will not go there anymore
It hurts to see what they've become.

Large tacky houses line the creek
the foothills are a gaudy slum.
It hurts to see what they've become.
I will not go there anymore.

The love is gone, they pray by rote
How empty now the pastor's roar
I will not go there anymore
It hurts to see what they've become.

They'll run you down, best give them room
their eyes are cold, their lips are dumb
It hurts to see what they've become.
I will not go there anymore.




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