MY LEFT CLUTCH RETREAT

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scatter bug, scatter bug Wichita Falls
as one man manages to pull himself
out of the gutter
into it
another man crawls
to the left of the sidewalk
sits a man
with no sense
and it is he who boyishly bawls
isn't it strange to build windows
some won't even recognize as walls....
(written June 11, 1991 in the pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my unwitting attempt at very bad short poetry. Forgive me? (cringes!)
The title shouldn't have been allowed to survive either........

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