On the side in silence on a chair wondering,
Where are pieces I need to put my puzzles together?
An empty gun, waving around without authority, safety on,
No dreams, no explanations, just strange land,
Tired feet without answers, tired hands without any effort, tired eyes that do not see, broken conversations, nothing spoke directly.
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Hard times,
Sandwich of coleslaw and pickles,
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