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Poetry Corner:

An Haiku

We call you “Dad” and

that’s because you’ve changed our lives.

You’re always there. Thanks.

– Anonymous

Fuel

My heart is racing. Anger fuels my adrenaline.

Hatred fuels my actions.

It hurts when my heart is pounding.

Pity fuels my feelings.

Morals fuel my thinking.

What a pathetic piece of work my life has turned into.

I’m taking a rest, dude.

I’m stepping down: out of my position.

I’m using my female intuition.

I swear I’m done looking like a fool.

Everyone is smiling like it’s all cool.

This is my last restless night.

I’m throwing in the towel, giving up the fight.

–Anonymous

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