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The Cooler King
The meaning of life can sometimes be found
In the back seat of a Ford
On a drive-in Saturday night
Not watching a movie you paid good money to see
That you wouldn't watch for free
If it came on T.V.
  or
On a blanket in a forest meadow
Beside a babbling brook
Oblivious to the mosquitos biting your ass
Poison ivy itching starting a rash
Heat, humidity and chiggers in the grass
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In a hole
 In the ground
  Awaiting the sound
   Of a key
    In a lock
     Braced for the shock
Of sunlight after so many days of darkness.
Free Verse One
The flatiron days of dogged August
Sink with tarpit slowness
Into the rustling shimmer of autumn
While I'm
Falling down
The up staircase
Of life in hyperdrive
Bopping to the oldies
Learning from the newbies
I try to synthesize a disguise,
A more practical tack or plan of attack
While enroute to the third millennium
Working when I should sleep
Sleeping when I should learn
Fatigue, so chaotic and narcotic
Draws my identity into infinity
What did Chaucer mean by lim f(x)= L?
Did anyone get the number of that truck?
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