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Three new poems by Plumber 01/29/2010
Riding alone today But then I am not I look to see my shadow Tooling along at a trot
Sun rising over the marsh Warming my cold hands Clouds hide my dark brother But there he is again
His bike looks like mine The rider about my size I try to get a good look Then he tries to hide
We ride together for a while I slow down for a turn My friend keeps going I think he crashed and burned
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I found the wind again The sun came out today Warming my aching bones Chasing the twenties away
Nice being back on the Guzz With knees in the wind Listening to the old voices Making my mind bend
Bike getting stove up In the winter so do I But I’m warmed up now Just about to fly
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We came to this country All of us Looking for freedom Seeking justice
Have done nothing But kill and destroy Providing misery Escaping the joy
Performing the deeds We were running from Disease and slavery Many many guns
From being the oppressed To full of greed Food and shelter Is the only real need
This was not enough Look at us now Natives had it going on We improved this country how
Plumber c/10
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