poem 13

by dog e relaford

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a traveler went walking through a dark and ominous land there were rebels on every rooftop and messages in the sand thee were bandits in the branches of every bush and tree with machine guns and machetes all they wanted was to be free they called on me to join them but i passed on silent feet i was looking for my little dog dinky for in heaven we will meet i asked a bandit for a nickel he said he did not have a dime but i will keep on asking until the end of time next poem