It came to about that time when the
clock struck, and hammered and chiseled it's way, when I took it to mean me - that I would have to slowly crawl toward exits - like people would not notice the list, the sign on the board. It does name - and shock - at night, trundling it does and one really can't block the falling liquid, like you would know that you would need to serve, to enlist their services, relatives staking claim in countries English, and under the crown. Besides flights out of the country, I became accustomed to blaring humans, at one of which noticed the list, a name, a face, registering this complaint or that, as though I really deserved all that attention paid, in cash - a debt that never could recur - like a delayed payment in blood, donating to military. A dog laps about, not understanding the plight - unloved but rewarded with flags, flags, folds remarkably gloved, as icing, cream cheese, namely whipped cream - a cream we'll never see in the jungle that was survival for the best and the worst, as names are listed in granite, black, shiny, afraid, notice the end of the day. © 2016 Larry Ingram
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