White Van Man
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Mark R Slaughter
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I’m not the van I used to be:
Beneath a grind of hypertension
I’m nothing more than
Muscle on a shoulder
Rings threading thro’ his flesh
Upon the lack of sun and regulation
But
He needs me
And I need him
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013
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