colors dark

blue and red,

and even some gray,

dark and forlorn,

as if remembering a lost love.

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vacuum

toys and balls,

the vacuum,

bullies,

snatching up the littler toys,

blackmail used,

the toys and balls,

forced outside.

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mesas

mesas in the morning,

a sight to behold,

watching over the plains,

and the cattle,

searching for buffalo.

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Insanity

insanity reigns,

reality not real,

a servant to the masters,

the elites across the world.

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edge of town

on the edge of town,

a gate into the country,

wild land,

where no roads exist,

I long the freedom,

beyond the fence,

but uncertain of what I would find.

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ghost dance

ghost dance,

watch them dance,

spirits,

\moving with the rhythm of the drums.

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winter

quiet the tractor,

on this cold winter day,

no hay to cut,

or cattle to feed,

Spring along ways away.

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