Marilyn Redcoma George Poems

Lily you silly Lily billy
Crying over burnt boiled eggs
Producing water for ducks
feathers that line the bouncing spread
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When the reflection in the mirror
faded to black and the sirens in
the hills malaise-d, the windows
could not shut not quick, unlike
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smokey rays filter through
the haze of a new day.

The brazen slaves of capitalist gain
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Hello brother, my kin,
my morning star,
my protector of
my single life,
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