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Seminole Sunday

By Wil C. Fry, March 25, 2001, 22:15

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Angel’s feet and broken down buildings
Indian ghosts and crumbling bricks
Alongside this paved cattle trail
Look around and see
The solitude
Of each and every individual
We’re decades away from the Steel Empires
Smiling faces and rotting wood
Smoking cars and potholed streets
That are empty on Sunday
Look inside and see
The solitude
Of every minute of my life



Copied from my "Darker Blue Notebook".



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