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The Onion, Memory

Rating: 3.0

Divorced, but friends again at last,
we walk old ground together
in bright blue uncomplicated weather.
We laugh and pause
to hack to bits these tiny dinosaurs,
prehistoric, crenelated, cast
between the tractor ruts in mud.

On the green, a junior Douglas Fairbanks,
swinging on the chestnut's unlit chandelier,

defies the corporation spears--
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Brian Jani 03 July 2014

interesting poem here Craii enjoyed every line .keep it up.man

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