Columns see to the stratosphere.
Blind but baring us all with -
a quick calculus.
But an awful exercise, no,
but brains of steel, when needed,
as the package clearly states.
It's the cosigner who matters in these cases.
A conscience that cares only for fours,
twos, ones in a row.
Balk at the sun and light of the
lonely the page that gives the same
And how this tally of fools really rules -
lying crisply against the wall,
sometimes in aisles, never seeking
fame or -
a level heard by a morticians level
Amazed that it came from us, you,
me - we are shocked that the horses
stay in their own lanes.
Its what pleases this corner -
or worse a friendship
with granite and steel -
cold but stuck to you -
or ruthless corrections will ensure.
Suspended by a blizzard,
he writes well to his credit,
and numbers fall to earth
without blame or fireworks.
© 2013 Larry Ingram
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