poem 2

by dog e relaford

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in my dream I heard my mama say write a poem every day do it the right way and demons you will slay overhead the sky is gray i have no god to which to pray i want to get away and make my enemies pay but i have no enemies as i wait for a cool breeze i fall down on my knees and say thank you and please to the sky above which is not filled with love or even a passing dove somebody gives me a shove next poem