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Jeffrey Blum



written by: Zen



Mid summer
Not even mid night
No voices on the streets
No whispers in the passing wind
No laughtered echoes heard anywhere

Dark and mellow
Kisses the gold and yellow
Of bright lights of street lamps
As they shine on the drunken homeless
Unusually squandered in the humid air

Masks are mandatory
Transmission unexplanatory
Questions become inflammatory
Unabiding residents turn statutory
When all the rest understand the defamatory

of their lies
& deception

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