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david lee wright
Holiday Birthed
security held in a double barrel
oil stained driveway called home
left under the bleachers
dumb found faced down wrapped in newspaper
as if fish n chips overseas
shaved
flying mites round the merry go round
unkempt company by plastic army men
craving safety in the ditches dodging doped friends
killed by assassin words thrown silly and
earmarked like Miss Cleo's voodoo merry christmas
dishabille
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