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words come to me
like birds to a scarecrow
some stay, unload their burden
some catch a breath and fly away
some hurt my prostate flesh
some return to hurt some more
some die in my arms
fall off to the ground
some quarrel a lot
some beg or forgive
bring me gossip and joy
chirp nonsense or give
such pleasure that my fix
is easy to bear
some words, like birds, never come
the ones that live
but do not fly
I cry them out at night
one at a time
Seattle 2005
And words like these inspired a mind that used to a poet's :-)
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