The Ghosts.... (Nursing Homes)
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Eric Cockrell
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when the hand that pushed the plow,
cut the wood, built the house,
loved the woman, and painted stars
in simple acorns....
trembles with age...
be his name forgotten?
the ghosts that scream from nursing homes,
are the pigmants of your souls!
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