Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
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Whatever it is that is perceived of me,
With or without my decision made for preferences...
To change daily my appearance if I wish.
And this truth I speak you can believe,
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Money green.
The color of it most effective,
When the having of it...
Produces impaired vision,
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Others may determine,
You are fantastic.
With a defending of your claims,
They have seen you actually do a tap dance...
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Chocolate,
And marmalade...
Is a taste craved by some.
Who may just rave...
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I remember being in elementary school,
And on the very first day of fifth grade...
The teacher said to us,
'Always know this...
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When does a redundancy become useless to repeat?
When does something so obvious,
Lose its effectiveness to be admitted?
Why do people wait until the latest statistics are reported?
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For what other reasons,
Would one be singled out to penalize...
For actions that have been legalized,
By those now feeling justified...
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Relatively speaking,
All that had connected once to relevance...
And related with clarity,
Is today no longer relevant with significance...
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A consistency of a love wanted and missed,
Seems as I age with desire for it...
To grow distant from my wishes.
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