Barry A. Lanier
Sore Travail - Poem by Barry A. Lanier
Well, yes I struggle in these difficult impasses of life
Heck I need new answers and a new direction
Can the fires of passion and vitality be lit under this mediocrity?
The black and white turned to color?
I could better mend my broken heart by buying a can of mixed berry blend Skoal
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