Francie Lynch Biography

There's a Revolution coming,
The boots are on the streets;
It's calling from the graves,
We're stirring from our sleep.
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The younger sister
Of the second wife
Of my dear friend
Of forty-five years
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... still Laughing
I was told Goody's gonna die Sunday.
It's Nascar Weedkend,
Now Thanksgiving will never be the same.
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I don't know destitute.
I could use the bathrooms
In McDonalds,
If I eat there.
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My poem is my true selfie,
An X-ray of the inner me,
A snap-shot of reality,
A close-up of what's really me,
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