Shirley Marie Jacobsen Poems

When the middle-class stretches and grows
someone knows! Even though the best decision
may rock the pillar, shake the beam
loose the temporary foundation
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There are many silly buses in this world
One whirls down the highway 70 miles an hour!
One directs you to your signs
One instructs you in your courses
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One must consider the pedestal
which raises to the sky
staunch and bold it stands tall.
One might ask the reason why? One must consider it a pillar
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