My next poem will make me into a better man.
I’ll sing songs around the campfire and make sense out of the
senseless.
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Though I immersed myself in the Fischer
Mystique I related more with this barren
-haired Russian named Boris Spassky,
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The sun shines and it’s a new day
I’ve forgotten yesterday. An orange
glow massages a bountiful landscape
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i walk alone crumpling
dead leaves fractured
bones contemplating
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On the news
I see a Middle-Eastern
family crying, pleading
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