Don’t Blame Them

This was the fourth poem of the day (Monday). My partner for the next four days was sharing his success on Wall Street. He mentioned that he’d made six thousand dollars. My response was, “great.” He then countered it with, “It doesn’t mean anything, I could lose eight...

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A ‘Sixteen Hundred’ Mirror’*1

Getting back to politics World War II comes to mind A construct of destruction That money was behind? In its final stages A new plan was devised Bringing scientists to the USA The CIA disguised Sixteen hundred were the number Germans of their birth Infiltrated and...

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