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Late Afternoon
Afternoon sun has a fixed smile
painted on a harlot’s face morning’s
usurper
he wheedles and cajoles
until you arise unrefreshed
from a restless sleep
to the glory of his exit
behind a cackle of a twilight’s cloud
Best Friend
He larks and hesitates teases
with a leap
returns with joy
knows the quiet corner
at one end of the room
There is this vision
on a quiet road
He waits beside the corpse
a silent sentinel on the watch
until both are blow away
like dust upon the wind
“The People Have Spoken”
-A Post Election Statement
Hurrah hurrah the people speak
they have a nose I love to tweak
if they were a bird
they’d have a beak
if they were a river
they’d spring a leak
But since they are neither
I don’t care either
Jack Mashman
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