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Simple I live a simple life, Painfully simple. I think simple thoughts, Distressingly simple. I write simple poems, Alarmingly simple. I dream simple dreams, Frighteningly simple. There is nothing simple About pain. There is nothing simple About distress. There is nothing simple About embarrassment. There is nothing simple About fear. I am simple For I don't mention my pain. I am simple For I do nothing to stop the wars. I am simple For I don't read enough. I am simple For I live in a dream. June 2005 ©
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