Prolonged Indulgences
L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go to any neighborhood.
Anywhere.
Anytime!
And there will still be folks,
Talking about how things use to be.
While they allow what is going on...
Right in front of their eyes,
To be dismissed.
As they sit reminiscing,
In prolonged indulgences.
Waiting for someone else to come along...
To pick up the trash they throw,
In their own backyards.
And complain...
No one has bothered to come around,
In quite some time!
As if that was a sign,
To show them no one cared!
And 'where' are the reasons...
Why anyone should?
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