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To suffer and

be fulfilled are

opposite ends of the spectrum
like trumpets declaring war

from miles away...
announcing the impending arrival of no quarter.

Writing my silly poems and

stretching out like Bootsy's Rubber Band,

Mama's little baby likes shortnin' bread and

Chicken 'n' waffles and the wonder of a rainbow—

But can't understand why some people

are beautiful outside but can be very ugly within.