PEOPLE WALK

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    PEOPLE WALK
    Dog is sick
    People rot
    Horse hide is dirty
    People talk

    Whispers true
    Not you
    Silence speaks
    Volumes

    Loud ruminations
    increase determinations
    When the wind blew this way

    Did you know that? I did. I heard you speak.
    I took your hand to guide it clear from the rotten dog and the gossiping. I tried to bend you to my ways, thinking I was helping,
    I wasn't.

    Dog is sick
    People talk
    Horse hide is dirty
    People walk

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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