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The Deal Isn’t Real

We say ashes to ashes,
dust to dust
peace to all the souls
whom I can no longer touch
everything is all good
and everything is all right.

I got my home team,
my home base
we allow all my brothers
and all my sisters
to feed each other’s dreams
more plans and less schemes.

Please don’t put us down,
we could do a lot
be prepared to be shocked
for only we hold the key
to our own lock.

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New Leaves on the Old Trees is a collection of poetry about love, war, death, rebirth, healing and transformation. Please feel free to leave any comments or questions. (under construction - thanks for following/liking in interim phase)

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