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The Traumatophile We all take the anger We all take disappointment We all take everything Six-year old girl singing in her bath

If the dogs would stop barking If the kids would quit squawking If the cats would stop pooping Then I’d study war no more If the via were no longer dolorosa If God still cared for tithes of potherds If the Magnificent Mile were still mag Then I’d study war no more If Adam were still the first of men If the underthought were not the self-holocaust If busy curios would thirsting fly Then I’d study war no more If we could unsphere the spirit of Plato If you could ignore the knock on the door in a dream If white noise kept away the person from Porlock Then I’d study war no more If your purple butterfly were still a heartfriend If my mirror were too young to know God If gentleness were the same as kindness Then I’d study war no more If my first wife would call once a decade If I were not the patron saint of neurotic women If the straggling bees would quit dying on my porch Then I’d study war no more If I could get these stitches out sooner If hurricanes ran out of the alphabet If the furnace guy could get the heat going Then I’d study war no more

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"The Traumatophile" by Don Share  

A Scantily Clad Press E-chap

"The Traumatophile" by Don Share  

A Scantily Clad Press E-chap

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