Indigent
P Patti Masterman
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I was so poor
Till I got this body;
No brain, no way
To think one thought-y.
I could not go
Either here or there,
Just floating above
On wayward air.
I'm glad I had
This fine flesh car,
Else I hadn't gone
Very far.
Someday I'll be
Like I used to be;
No head, no feet-
Disembodied.
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