there's a dissonance that hits me when i'm boarding the train
zen-like, orchids and cranes. apple orchards, forests aflame
rode to the lake. threw a stone at the water
we used to play games. now we're old as our fathers
write a poem, catch a cold and go to the doctor
pen dipped in arsenic. acid coated with phosphorous
my only Alma Mater. schools of goldfish and otters
its lonely at the top, but it's home to the prosperous
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Zack Wicks for president
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