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Living Dead
A chance to smile, a chance for fun
Lost by anyone
Who misses the train as it pulls away
For a better time, a better day.
These living dead do breathe and move,
But spirit and soul long ago died.
They labor and languish tryng to prove
That their living death is justified.
In place of joy and hope in their life,
They worship wealth and power.
They died for these monsters of strife,
Which consume their every hour.
poem
by
Gregory Huyette
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