:::poetry
And where do you live?
On the mountain side where the razor passed
Once lush now bare as an agéd ass

I’m so glad that I met you
Sweet Jesus, you can be my savior too
Across the hall a looking glass
My good deeds catching up to me at last

The parents open doors
And tell their kids “now don’t go in man!”
But it’s the children born unto the wilderness
Who make it to the promised land.
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