Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It's not one's style that corrupts.
Or what one does to give up,
To crucial benefit.
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It is not the standing on my own two feet,
With a walking tall...
That I have come to appreciate my legs.
Enabling me to do this.
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Only when it has been made to them available,
Are people made aware of what they can access.
And those with a thought process,
That is familiar with research...
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I know I don't exist here alone!

Nobody can...
Do what You do.
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Today...
Many are living lives no longer valued.
Shown by the expressions worn on their faces.
Traced with an obvious depression.
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In my wildest dreams,
I would never have imagined...
Or in my mind thought to create,
The twists and turns my life has taken.
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Stop. Stop.
Why don't you,
Stop. Stop.
Why don't you,
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Without the advantage,
And benefits...
That do not overnight come,
One's intended physical regimen...
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Doesn't it seem as though,
As quickly as love is given and admitted...
A testing of how deep it is begins.
To question if the hunter who hunted,
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The only drawback there is,
To making up one's mind...
With a final decision made,
Is the time, date and the year of it.
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