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It is not news anymore,
it is all about market share,
advertisers,
profits,
media manipulation.
So, to occupy the mind
I write.
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Poem:
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Quiet the noisy mind
clear away the facts
think of something kind
allow the soul to relax
Pondering what could have been
the old tapes, would have, should have
nurtured by the folksy kin
natured by what we achieve
Life interrupts as it always does
can’t live with them, nor without
is there always a because
or was there an alternative route
Trying again to seek the quiet
funny how life throws its curves
wasn’t that a riot
tripping over fragile nerves
Asking a loving Higher Power
give me a better day tomorrow
slow down the miles per hour
sunshine, laughter and no sorrow.
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ME and the Boss
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ME and the Boss Poetry 