In the unexamining
Statistically unopposed
Are ways to count
The days
The days
That flourish away
The notes cribbed
Then repeated
The skidding
Then the thud
The thud
That hits
Below the belt
When the head
Protected
Is blind enough
Enough of this
There is no time
For reading
Comic lines
Lines to hang
A life on
Seldom deliver
Hooks
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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