Lawrence S. Pertillar


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Only Three Days Away
Is it the quietness of midnight,
That people find it appropriate...
To honk a car horn to shock and disturb,
With a shouting to a closed window...
It's The Flair That's There
It's not one's style that corrupts.
Or what one does to give up,
To crucial benefit.
I Finally Began To Use My Head
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.
With A Keeping Of A Sweetness
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...
Nobody Can...
I know I don't exist here alone!

Nobody can...
Do what You do.
Reluctant Traps
Many are living lives no longer valued.
Shown by the expressions worn on their faces.
Traced with an obvious depression.
Still Trying To Learn That Lesson
In my wildest dreams,
I would never have imagined...
Or in my mind thought to create,
The twists and turns my life has taken.
Why Don'T You Stop
Stop. Stop.
Why don't you,
Stop. Stop.
Why don't you,
Without the advantage,
And benefits...
That do not overnight come,
One's intended physical regimen...
Captured By The Game
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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