There is no question

There is no question

(This is the other side)

As paid by those

Better told

And arrested

Accumulating

Enough

This world

A tiny bit towards

Life preserves

And floating

Fades

Overall purpose
Remains

A dead subject

To raise

Mother, come

Make my bed

Soon

Farther a few

Charming men
Appear angry
With boxes

Tom McGlynn

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